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My husband wants to know "which were the three happiest days, or weeks of your life", adding 'be honest!'.

The first time my husband visited Sweden, was a very happy day. We were both so excited and newly in love. I was waiting with my dad at Skavsta airport, this tiny little place in the middle of nowhere, which would be my husband's first impression of Sweden: Trees, trees, more trees, and every now and again, a lake. It was the first time my father would meet him, and he kept making jokes, asking about every other man walking through arrivals - is it him? Is it him? especially if they were rastafaris or bald men over 60. When he finally arrived we went to the home I grew up in and had dinner with my parents for the first time, before going to my small student flat north of Stockholm. I remember looking at my then to be husband sitting in the wide open window watching the lights of the city, thinking that I was very, very happy.

A whole week of happiness was last November when I and my husband left rainy England and all the stress at work for a holiday in Lanzarote. Life was so easy, we had time to talk, watch movies, just lay in the sun and do absolutely nothing. One of the best days was when we played ping pong for ages and were both particularly bad losers. Or every evening on the porch watching the sunset with a glass of wine, wrapped in a blanket.

Lastly, it would be too obvious to say my wedding day, although that was a very happy day, so instead I think of an older memory: me and my childhood friend Karin having one of our numerous board game nights as teenagers, with good food, loads of Diet Coke and sweets, and all the time in the world. I really miss those days!