The kids playing prior to the ceremony. That's my nephew Walter's golden locks to the left and my brother in law, Björn, to the right (yes, Björn like my brother).
The youngest guest, Måns, took it easy.
Mom cleverly acted as a witness at another wedding just as it started to pour.
The minister said it was his custom to kiss the hand of the bride. Why stop him? What I'd just promised meant less kisses from men other than my husband.
They say it rained. I barely noticed.
It was the kind of wedding where you you start out wearing comfortable shoes and pick a number. I changed into gold shoes a little later.
