Photo time!

Waiting for Mikael. Am pleased with my bouquet. Magnus (photographer) testing to see how white my dress looks against the sky, or something phototechnical of that nature.


Here he is, the man I've been waiting for for 39 years. Not a day too soon! Fresh from the dentist. Broken shoelace, tie loose. Still the most wonderful man in the world.


First pose. We are happy campers.


And we don't have aching cheekbones from smiling yet.


Here Sussi (photographer's wife and good friend from my teens) is trying to orchestrate us into fanciful poses. She worked as hard as the photographer, if not more!


I didn't want photos where my waist looks thick, but I have given up.












Sitting on a bench outside the temple gates. Being excited.


Sussi gets a fab idea. Has to work hard for it






We get a fab idea.






I'm not the only one making faces.


One of many photos where I look like ... myself...








Here we are after the sealing, gathered for a small ring ceremony in the temple garden by the fountain.


Mikael went first, amazed me by what he said.




I gave him a kiss for being so great.


Great background!


Twen it was y turn. I read Mikael a poem I'd written about how my love for him feels. I made it through almost all of it --


-- until I cried. But those were happy tears!


Another cry picture. This is at the end of the dinner, and I had had such a wonderful day that I couldn't help myself from saying a few word of thanks. But I broke down and spoke like an Italian -- with my arms.


A great way to end dinner.


And this was our biggest blessing of the day: we got married in the temple.