A love letter to Japan.

Oh my sweet dear Japan. I fall more in love in love with you every day. Even as I sit here listening to the wails of sadness from my son because he wanted to go out to dinner with his dad even though he shrieked, cried and ran away and insisted that he didn't want to go out to dinner when he asked him to go before he left as he locked himself into his room in protest. 

I digress. 

Beck to my love. Today I bought a bunch of farm fresh veggies including asparagus, lettuce, sweet juicy tomatoes, and the most succulent and fragrant strawberries for $10. You feed me so well with your ripe bosom of produce. Always in season and available on every street corner like a good mistress. Ready to please me in any way I like. 

When ever I go to the toilet, I am greeted by some wonderful luxurious experience, flower printed paper, cedar scented air, simulated flushing or babbling brook music, a warm seat to do my business, you give me full service cleaning and expect nothing back but a wave of my hand to dispose of my waste.

Another thing, when my kids are driving me insane and I feel like throwing them out of my car, you come to the rescue with a wonderful play land that is every child and parents fantasy! You whisk my kids away and allow me to have time to sit back and relax under a wisteria covered shade and smell your sweet scent. 

I love you with all my heart and I can't tell you enough how much. 

Xoxo