The other day I went over to Frida's after having dinner with my grandma. We shared a bottle of wine before jumping over to whiskey gingers and stayed up late.
I complained about some things in my life that I can't seem to get right and Frida, wise as fuck as always, got me on the right track. There are few people in my world that through their words can calm me down like she can. She just gets it.
And then we walked into the city, got tunnbrödrullar for lunch and strolled around. Then I went home and had homemade burgers for dinner with my big loud fam.
The next day we woke up and had breakfast in her bright beautiful kitchen. Refilled our coffees and took our time.