Sunday, April 7, 2013

Once upon a time, in Sicily

Anders just took off for New York again. Stumbled across this old pic from 2000. We were in Sicily, had only known each other for half a year so did we really know each other at all? Did I know he'd turn into a long distance running international business man? Did I know he would make up his own songs on the guitar and sing them to our kids? Did I know he'd be the one to make sure our kids nails were kept in great condition? Did he know I'd leave my stuff all over the place?  Or that he'd love my spinach soup so much he'd want to eat it at least once a week, some weeks even more often?

Did we know we'd try life together in Stockholm, India, London, New York?
What did we know exactly?

I just remember thinking I got electric shocks just touching his hand and that I really liked his taste in music.

Sometimes it goes a long way.


  1. Känner att jag behöver receptet på din spenatsoppa!

  2. Frusen bladspenat av hög kvalitet (findus är bra) tinas och blandas med god buljong och lite grädde, salt, peppar och muskot. mixa. servera med hårdkokta ägg och bra bröd och ost.

    alla nöjda.

  3. I like this post a lot, mostly, I think, because you look so very happy.

  4. my mother's father, when she told him about meeting my dad, asked her, "do you get sparks when you touch him?" she still does, some 49 years later. spinach soup helps, too.


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