My beautiful friend Anushka writes letters to her daughter to mark their growing up together. Each line captures delight, joy and deep abiding love and are a gift to any who read them, like this one…
Dear Holly,
We recently had a family holiday, the first in a while, to Christchurch. Daddy had a course on the Monday and Tuesday and so we all flew down for a long weekend on the preceding Friday. Over the weekend, we explored the many features of the Margaret Mahy park, ate icecream in the autumnal sun, fed some hungry and bold eels at Willowbank, visited family and delighted in a visit to Brighton beach where you and I clung to each other as the tide rushed and gushed out, leaving us with that giddy but delicious feeling of gliding on water.
But on the Sunday night, I found myself dreading Daddy’s upcoming time on the course and its natural implications – I would need to navigate an unfamiliar city on my own. Of course, none of this was really about driving in a new city. My confidence, and particularly…
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