'A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week in 2015'
My precious daughter, this week has been tinged with some heartache that I can't shake - most of which has passed you by. Daddy flew to Taiwan on Monday for a couple of weeks' work, and you notice that he is not here, but thankfully, we have been able to see him and talk to him every day on FaceTime. We miss him, but we know that he will be back in just a few days, which makes the missing more bearable.
The main source of heartache has been the plight of Syrian refugees that are having to flee their homes and countries, and are desperately seeking safety in countries across Europe. You are only young, and cannot yet understand all that is going on, but I know that you understand what 'home' means, and who your family are - every child knows this from such an early age because these things are so intrinsic to our lives and well being. I sincerely, wholeheartedly hope and pray that by the time you are old enough to read these words, the mess and war and tyranny will be over, and that Syrians won't have to risk losing their lives as they cross oceans in need of finding safety. We are unbelievably fortunate to live in a country where we are safe and have a home, and safe parks where we can go and you can run and play without fearing for your life, and I wish that we could give all of the children in Syria the same safety that you are so blessed with. Home and family are so very precious, and it is a privilege to have you in our family.
All my love,