Saturday, August 17, 2013

Tokyo Japan

Good morning! 6:48am Sunday morning and I feel like I had a luxurious morning sleeping in- the only benefit to jet lag.  I am sitting on the couch in the "cozy" apt we rented for the week in the heart of Shibuya.  With the mass of humanity that crowds the intersections and shopping centers just under our feet it is surprising how complete this tiny oasis is.  My husband is sitting on the bed reading the latest tech news on his phone and the blinds are attempting to control the otherwise blinding sun from streaming in.   Thank goodness for the air conditioner with special dehumidifier option. 

This is our third day in the country.  The first two have been wonderful, filled with Japanese temples, gardens, an attempt into the ground of the Imperial Palace (apparently there aren't tours on Fridays), incredible food, the crazy fish market, a boat ride into Tokyo, shopping, people watching, sore feet, blisters, and feeling the effects of sun and water.  Curtis makes good use of the washcloth he carries with him and I am reminded that I can sweat without exercise.

I often find myself staring in amazement at the man I married.  First that I'm married and that I married so well.  I love how easily we seem to work together in all the scenerios we have encountered so far.  I enjoy watching him in "his city".   Then there is the veiled surprise I note when he speaks to people in excellent Japanese- being 6'3 and all white man it isn't expected. 

I grew up being taught that Sundays are special days.  Today is a most special Sunday.  I am in Japan to meet my step-son and watch my husband in his few precious days a year be a dad.  This starts today.  Anticipation, excitement, and of course nervousness.  I am grateful for the exhaustion of jet lag that brought sleep last night.  Of all the wonders of Japan there is only one that truly matters. Naoki.

Praying for a joyful reunion.
H

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Yay!! I cannot wait to hear and see more of your trip!!

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