Showa Memorial Park Flower Festival with Mom
Luke's first ice cream cone, he loved it.
Luke was pretty into picking up and eating every woodchip along the adventure
Sunday, April 22, 2018
5 Years.
Its been five years this month of living without the senses of smell and taste. I wish I could taste this vanilla ice cream and stop and actually smell the flowers. I don’t talk about my accident and the effects often, but not a day goes by I don’t think about it. I’m not writing this for sympathy, but because I’ve come to know even during the hardest of times and when silent sadness wants to overtake you. . . there is strength available beyond your own. God is real and listens to prayers. The spring flowers this time of year are no longer reminders of a lack of smell and my traumatic brain injury. . . But when I stop and look at flowers I’m reminded of the color and beauty in life. Flowers this year are teaching me to open up, bloom and share goodness. Life is pretty sweet.
Saturday, April 14, 2018
This Week.
This week was open-mouth kisses, walks to the park holding hands, bubbles, bathtime, and a trip to the zoo.
We wore sandals, played so hard in the sandpit you had it in your diaper, rode a bike with dad, and spent hours rolling toy trucks across the ground. This is happiness.
and lots and lots of sushi. . .
Sunday, April 8, 2018
Cherry Blossom Days
Japan in the Spring is the most magical time of year.
This is the road we live on! Isn't it beautiful?
Crazy hair boy!
So many picnics.
Only a few petals were eaten.
Stealing Grandma's walker
On my run. So pretty.
Japanese Sakura Safari
Cool glass Sakura Tree in the station
A girl and her unicycle
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