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Hello Rheya !

8th January 2019
You and I were coming back from a little chore. It was the last day of your winter vacations and I was trying to encourage you to write up some lines about the great time we had over Christmas and New Years. You had been a really good girl and practiced some maths skills besides your regular homework. However, you were not too keen on writing. So I said - “Maybe you should write something about me. Or something to me. I write to you all the time. “
”Really ? I haven’t seen anything that you have written to me !” - was your instant and obvious remark.
“Well I write for you so that when you grow up, you can read all about what you were like when you were little. I write the date for what happened and when so you could read and remember it all” - I said, trying to simplify this blog for you.
”Have you written about the two cupcakes that you got for me ?” - you asked.
”The cupcakes we got in your ballet class ? Sure I can write about them. And I will also write about this part when you asked me about those cupcakes. And I will show it to you so you can read it now instead of after you’ve grown up “ - I promised.
”Wow ! That will be cool. And don't forget to write the date !”
So here we go Rheya !
8th December 2018, some ladies were selling cupcakes for charity outside your ballet class. You got two of them - one had a little reindeer on it and the other I think had a star. Now I know one of them might be wrong but I’m excited for the present day you to read this entry and tell me if I need to correct it ! It is almost like we are at the crossroads where future meets present. And hopefully we’ll come across this juncture time and again on this blog !
You never wrote about the fun we had at Christmas and New Year’s so let me write a little about that too. We had Bobbie Shasha visiting us for part of the holidays and we had lots of fun with him. We also visited a Christmas Market with Anvi and family and you enjoyed a lot. Santa was extra happy with you and you got lots of presents on Christmas. We went to Winter Wonderland with a lot more of your friends and to finish the season with a bang, we had a great New Year Party !

Christmas Market, Birmingham

Winter Wonderland, London

Just a few minutes before we had that conversation about writing



Dear Daughter,

I hope you can read this entry later today. As luck would have it, I can’t talk much to you today because of a throat infection so I’ll just write everything I want to tell you today.
1. I love you.
2. This is the first time I am writing a list of points for you to read so pay attention to how it is done.
3. Don’t forget to feed Sky. Its your responsibility.
4. Have you done your homework ? If not, lets do it now !
5. Let us take a picture after you have read this and add it here 😀

Insert picture here 👉🏼




Love Always
Dad

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