Friday, 27 June 2014

Brothers, Mothers

My pappa and I drove to Stockholm to celebrate my grandmother on her eightieth birthday. Farmor is one of the kindest, most generous people I know, who always looks to others' well-being before her own.

This is my grandfather's brother Gilles and his wife Ulla. I said her dress was lovely. She told me she never wears them, but today was another matter. She only owns three and Gilles picked this one. "It's new," she said. "Twenty-five years old. Never been worn."  

A delicious sandwich cake

Many guests came, friends, family, and I spent a large portion of the time talking to my cousin Lucas whom I rarely get to see.

My uncle and grandmother herself. Happy birthday, Farmor!

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