It's taken me a while to post my photos from our trip to Hiroshima over Spring Break. I assumed that at some point I would find the right words to describe my feelings about our time there. The right words have not come to me, but I was struck by how much I wanted to share these photos. We long knew that we wanted to visit Hiroshima prefecture before we left Japan, but we didn't anticipate it to be the favorite place we've visited in Japan. My husband and I were both profoundly humbled by the sites we saw. Being in Hiroshima during cherry blossom season made the experience even more moving and beautiful.
I don't think I will ever forget the experience of watching my eldest ring the Bell of Peace across the water from the Atomic Bomb Dome. My husband and I were so mindful of our boys' behavior going into this trip, but we were happily surprised by how engaged they were even in the museums. Some of the comments that my son made on this trip were so insightful that he brought me to tears. I know he can't possibly understand the ramifications of his surroundings, but I am profoundly moved by the wisdom of children to grasp what adults struggle to say.