En Prinsessas Kärlek – Till Min Madde

Okay, let’s get this straight. I love my princess, Maddich. It’s not just a love story; it’s an epic saga of culinary devotion. I mean, have you ever tasted her cinnamon buns? They’re like little clouds of pure joy, and they make me want to write poetry about the humble pastry.

But let’s talk barn! Now, that’s a whole other level of excitement. We haven’t decided on the exact number yet, but I envision a bustling household with at least three kids running around like miniature tornadoes. Imagine the chaos! The endless games of hide-and-seek in the kitchen, the constant symphony of clanging pots and pans… it would be a barnstorming experience, for sure.

As for our wedding? Well, that’s a story for another time. Let’s just say we’re planning something grand, something fit for a princess and her prince. Maybe a castle-themed affair with a moat filled with chocolate mousse (don’t worry, it’s vegan!). We’ll have a giant cake shaped like a unicorn, because why not?

But seriously, barn is the only word that can truly describe this kind of love. It’s a love that’s as big and messy as a toddler’s art project, but also as sweet and comforting as a warm hug on a rainy day.