I almost forgot about Easter this year.
Thankfully a last-minute Sunday dinner saved me from celebrating bunnies and springtime and whatever else for which we share turkey and candied sweet potatoes.
But there's always one sure-fire way to know it's spring (not talking about the showers, nor the flowers).
Sure, the world was a happier place on the outside today. But that's all superficial anyways. True happiness on the inside can be achieved anytime, for a limited time, with the little things in life.
... Just as long as those "little things" are mini eggs.