Generousity is something we need to remember. We are so caught up in the daily grind that we forget that we have the power to make ourselves and other people happy. It’s so easy, so why is it so difficult? When did we forget to care about people? How did we forget to care about ourselves? Your best friend was once a stranger, and you were once your best friend. This fear of disappointment, or whatever it is, is a reflection of how we feel in ourselves. Calle and Fia knew they were deserving of what I was willing to give away, and that was why they got it. They could already see it, they believed it. They already saw me there, and so did I. They may not have known themselves but the poem they wrote to me about their wedding day was an exact reflection on how that day turned out, and because they invited me, I had to be there. If you have not already, please press play on the song below as you read the remaining pieces and look at the photos.
14 Juni 2014. Jönköping.
Tänk dig en stor härlig lada, smyckad med natur och spets om vartannat. Under glödlampslingor och pompons dansar människor i sina finaste kostymer och klänningar. Och i centrum av dans och festligheter står jag och min man med dom bredaste leenden du kan föreställa dig. För det är för oss dom dansar och festen som pågår är för att fira vår kärlek. Välkommen till vårt Bröllop!
14 June, 2014, Jönköping.
Imagine a large beautiful barn, decorated with a mix of lace and nature. Under burning light bulbs and pompoms there will be people dancing in the finest clothes, the finest dresses. In the middle of the celebrations and the dance you will find me and my husband, wearing the largest grins you can imagine. Because it is for us the people are dancing, and it is our love they are celebrating. Welcome to our wedding!
I wrote something in their wedding album which was a reflection of how I experienced their day. I am not going to translate this piece so if you don’t understand Swedish, just imagine me crying behind the camera to that extent that I could not see through the viewfinder properly. That to me is love.
“När solen inte vill gå ner, och kvällens svala vindar inte ryms, då blir själens spegel immig och alla hjärtan töms…”