Together with Lissa's card this morning, came an other card, with a picture of my mum at 18, from her childhood friend. Edith died in 1996. But now she is on my wall, together with Sigrunn, my treasure at work, Oddveig, my favorite, you're not supposed to have favorites but yet everyone needs to be someone's favorite, and Lise, an artist I knew since way back and who surely has forgotten all about this old water color painting.
Well, that's all there is needed for an advent-full day.
