Fourteen years ago today on a chilly spring afternoon Maria and I got married at Längbro Church. So many of our friends and family were here in Örebro for the occasion. My mum and Maria’s mum bustled around as only mothers can on a wedding day. Dad and Jenny, Stephen and Peter were all here, and friends from Tamworth and the UK. It was a greyish day, a bit like today, but there was still snow on the ground; it felt more winter then spring.
The wedding was wonderful, Maria looked glorious, I felt as if in a dream. The service was in Swedish and English. Danielle, from Tamworth, sang beautifully. There was lots of smiling. Afterwards we drove to the castle for the reception, which was held in an upstairs room at the top of a winding stairway in one of the towers. As we climbed the stairs a fiddler in traditional Orsa costume played Swedish folk music. We ate and drank, there were skits and songs and speeches.
Late into the night we drove off in Maria’s parents’ car to a manor house (Svartå Herrgård) about half an hour into the countryside where we began our life together. Seems a long time ago, and at the same time as if it were only yesterday.
One year ago today Isak was diagnosed with diabetes. I remember Maria appearing at my office door at work with a look of panic on her face holding a urine dipstick which showed lots of sugar. Isak himself was fairly oblivious, at school, where we collected him half an hour later. He spent the next four days in hospital, and his life was turned upside down.
A year later we are still struggling to get things right with his diabetes. But we reminded ourselves today that if he had been born 100 years earlier, or even today in some countries of the world, he would not have survived at all. What a blessing to be born in our day, despite wars and rumors of wars, and natural catastrophes, and global warming. There is still much to be thankful for.