My beautiful friend was married yesterday, here in Norway.
Her wedding was a wedding that reminded me of just how huge love can be. Love was present in every single speech made, every performance given, every dance.
There was the groom's speech ... the one that made me cry, despite the fact I didn't understand one word of Norwegian. He undid so many of us, including his wife.
And the bride's speech, that overflowed with a beautiful humility and a massive love that, again, filled my eyes with tears.
Then the bridesmaid and the bride, who spoke so beautifully of their exquisite friendship ... and the son to his mother, and her new husband, another speech that almost made my poor little heart crack open.
And on it went.
But it wasn't just about the obvious. My table for the evening was full of the kindest, funniest people. I was so grateful to them for opening their circle to include me, and even more grateful for the laughter ... and the impromptu lessons in Norwegian.
As I sit here this morning, in this sun-filled house that quietly hums with family conversation and smells of good coffee, contemplating the 300+ photographs I'm about to process ... I'm happy. Quietly peacefully happy.
It's been another truly grand adventure.
I'm here until Wednesday...