Hur det började
Our story
The ferry
Three hours from Nynäshamn to Visby, one shared table in the cafeteria, and a card game Freya absolutely did not let Anders win.
The cabin
We bought a leaning wooden cabin near Klintehamn and spent two summers making it lean slightly less. It's where everything good happens.
Midsommar
Around the maypole with wildflowers in our hair, Anders asked between two verses of 'Små grodorna'. Everyone heard. Everyone cried.
The meadow
Same island, same light, one more midsummer — this time with a promise in the middle of it.