We've been meaning to dig the old photo albums out of the basement storage closet for... well forever. I've seen a few photos of The Swede when he was about nineteen and on vacation with his buddies, the one of him and Sarianne in his folks' place, and a tiny baby picture we have in our flat. I had no idea what the fella looked like between 1980 and 1996, so I was pumped when he emerged from a home-improvement-related trip to the basement with a huge stack of albums. It was an explosion of rosey cheeks, hockey hair and acid wash jeans the likes of which I've never seen. And the best part? HIS BABY BOOK. Swoon!
Your man was a cutie :)
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