June 30 2000

In Pals, north of Barcelona close to Girona, wedding bells rang around 6.30 pm.

A Friday, a light shower in the morning that freshened things up, to become one of the most beautiful days Spain can offer.

The day I married the gorgeous Marta, The One for me. I'd like to say the only one but she has gotten some pretty fierce competition lately when it comes to # 1 in my heart. I quiet frankly rank Marta #4 these days.

#1. A tie, Alex and Fia
#3. the little Milu
#4. Marta

Since it being our wedding day and all I worked and are now at home in my loneliness. Marta and the kids left for Spain yesterday as luck has it to get stuck in Atlanta. She just called me from the plane, they are finally in their seats. I know I had a better day than she did. Or maybe not, 3 hours of sleep in a crummy hotel, no play ground, early checkout resulted in 10 hours in an airport with a 2 and 4 year old. Only crap food that has given the kids diarrhea.

Well, honey, rather you than me but to cheer you up, we did have a good old time that Friday eight years ago. A scenic setting, great families, good friends, gourmet food and the most beautiful woman on earth at my side made an unforgetable night. And the music on the dance floor. I appreciate that you put up with that and the fact that you still put up with my behind every day.

I love you!