… was Amalfi.

365 days ago, I wore a white gown.

365 days ago, Per overcame his food poisoning and donned a tuxedo.

365 days ago, we made it to the church on time.

365 days ago, I said the following words:
“I, Marguerite, take you, Per, to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward. In the presence of God, our family and friends, I offer you my solemn vow, to be your faithful partner for life, for better or worse, in sickness and in health. I promise to trust and respect you, and to love and to cherish you for as long as we both shall live.”

365 days ago, we laughed….

… and we kissed.

365 days ago, our friends and family gathered around us in the garden.

365 days ago, I walked through the streets of Amalfi with my new husband.

365 days ago, the sun set over the water while dinner was served.

365 days ago we were serenaded by amusing toasts, skits and musical performances:

365 days ago, I married my best friend and fellow traveller on the road of parenthood.

365 days later, Per and I will have babysitters coming over for the first time so that we can celebrate our first anniversary with Italian food, wine and memories.

It’s a Prosecco day in the Svendsen household – happy first anniversary darling!