I left a bit of my heart in Sweden some years ago while serving as a missionary for
I still haven't been able to return, but hope to one day...
perhaps when the last of my wee ones is on his own.
Until then, I will have to content myself honoring her as I can, eating köttbullar
och Lingon sylt at IKEA,
singing "Du gamla, Du fria" June 6th
perhaps when the last of my wee ones is on his own.
Until then, I will have to content myself honoring her as I can, eating köttbullar
och Lingon sylt at IKEA,
singing "Du gamla, Du fria" June 6th
and creating images such as this one.
Jag älskar min vackra Sverige!
1 comment:
I saw the cute flag waving lad on Facebook, but he represents even more after reading the first part of your post. Sweden gets in your heart.
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