Time with My Child

I'm 52 years old, and this year I thought the same thing again: from the day my daughter was born until today, it has all gone by in a flash.

When my daughter was in elementary school, it felt like the time we could spend together as parent and child was infinite.
There was a period when I decided to "focus on work now" and worked like the Showa-era father figure who neglects his family.

I wish I had spent more time playing with her.

I don't think that.
And it's not because I think there's no point in thinking it since time won't turn back; I truly don't think it.

Because my daughter, who watched my efforts from right beside me and followed closely right behind me, is the one who recognizes my hard work from back then the most.

Meeting and talking with my daughter yesterday was everything.

What is happening right in front of me now, and the things that exist now, are everything.

I will live my life being grateful for all of that.💓

#WhatAreYouTalkingAbout

When I write a note like this,
and it gets tossed into a back alley,
I love this magic phrase♡

The coffee beans my daughter gave me yesterday
They were delicious both hot and iced! 🩷

The singing voice of my daughter who just loves to sing ✨
Please give it a listen 😊

The header image is yesterday's lunch.
The small rice bowls were just the right size, and I want to visit this restaurant again.
It was also easy to enter in a wheelchair! ❣️