Just returned from a weekend with friends from high- and elementary school. We went to different exhibitions (among our wedding photographer Pontus Höök’s) and my friend bought a food mixer from the 70’s.

We’ve been pampered in absurdity by our hostess, who really would beat Monica (F.R.I.E.N.D.S) and I haven’t driven as much in years as I did this weekend.

These are the friends. Real friends. True friends. We meet once or twice a year, talking about our kids and our relationships, drink wine, eat and laugh. Thankful. Privileged.