According to Swedish tradition I'm not supposed to be smiling on Good Friday (or Long Friday, as we call it), but this year I will. Why? Because a precious and impressively well-timed Easter egg from back home landed in my mailbox today.
It's quite simple, really; Easter in Sweden is all about candy; I am all about candy. Hence, I am all about Easter.
I'm going to savor this treat until Easter Eve, when I'll open it and think only of delightful things like friends and spring and sunshine and...sugar.
Thank you, sweetest Easter Bunny!