I was going to write a blog post about Easter. I knew exactly what I was going to write, with all funny details.
Luckily, I decided to check what I had written about Easter before. Well, I have aleady written the blog post I was going to write, so here it is.
This year it's just Staffan and me, and I have painted four eggs and made a very small pascha. I didn't bake. I am a bit melancholy and miss my children and grandchildren. I have tons of photos from all our family Easters.
By the way, my mother died last Sunday.