Midsommar tvåtusentolv/
midsummer twothousandandtwelve
dagtid/daytime
Tradition i Fröjel. Lika mysigt som alla andra år, men tillökning i barnaskaran. Åh så mysigt. En midsommar utan barn är ingen riktig midsommar. Det var bara myspys hela dagen. Solen sken och det var varmt fram till kl 18.00 då regnet föll som bara den. Som tur är så har pappa glasat in altanen så där satt vi och åt.
Emilia fick träffa hennes BB kompis Niels. Jag såg gnistorna allaredan! <3
Tradition in Fröjel. It
was just as nice as all the other years, but this year there were more children.
A midsummer without children is no real midsummer. The sun was shining and it
was nice and hot until 6pm. The rain started lashing and we had to go inside to
my dad’s newly built closed-in veranda, where we could eat without getting
soaked. Emilia met her friend Niels who was born 1 day after her. I could see
the sparks already! <3
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