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Kaja: “sudo marry me”.
Me: “Yes sir!”.

So I’m getting married. :)

Look at these girls. Just look at them!

My mother and my daughter. A source of relief and comfort and a source of fun and pure joy (and occasional breaking of balls.)

Now, look at this girl. Just look at her!

My ridiculously beautiful girlfriend who is just such an awesome, awesome girl, and who never seizes to amaze me.

I am a very lucky man.

This spring I spring into a new and better existence.
This time I spring into life.

That is all.

Today I bury my grandmother. I can’t seem to find the same amount of words to say about it as I did for my grandfather, but do not let my failure to express myself lead to you to believe that I did not love her.

Rest in peace Kjelfrid Gammelsæter.

I can’t quite remember who coined the term “Echoes” to describe those odd, sometimes puzzling or even spooky coincidences we sometimes experience.

You know what I mean. You meet a random person at a party who turns out to be your second cousin. You and your new romance discover that you were both following the same band on tour the same year.

—apparent non sequitur change of subject—

I’ve told you about my girlfriend Kaja. She’s an artist. Traditional; She paints pictures.

Me. I’m no artist. I used to do some illustration work though. I was never any good at finishing stuff unless it was paid work, but I did try to express some feelings now and then. Usually with crude and crass symbolism.

—another apparent non sequitur that actually reveals the punchline—

2005 wasn’t a real good year for Kaja. She was going through some pretty ugly personal problems and was troubled with anxiety and depression.

It was a pretty crappy year for me too. In fact, it marked a personal low for me. Never before, and thankfully; Never after have I felt so depressed.

So Kaja, visual girl, painted a painting that represented her feelings.

It’s pretty telling. A girl (the artist) crouched over in defeat with spikes driven into her back. “What is more noble…” She is trapped between light and dark. Roadkill between two states of being.

When I saw this in her portfolio, some 6 years later, I immediately started going through my old archived folders. Turns out that in that same year, before depression turned me completely incapacitated I made this (obviously unfinished) illustration:

That is all…

Mathilde took her first independent steps at home in the living room less than a week ago, and today was the first day with nice enough weather to warrant a trip to the park in order to give her newfound freedom of locomotion a whirl.

While I anticipated she would be thrilled to be allowed and able to run around on her own, the sense of joy she expressed was positively overwhelming. She was running around and screaming and laughing constantly for as long as her energy would allow.

It is my pride and joy to hereby promote my offspring to the rank of Toddler. Ding! Grats!

That is all.

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And just for the sake of upholding tradition;