Amelia,
What happens when your mom forgets that she started this blog for you? I've recently rediscovered it and I've had so much fun reading about you as a little girl. So here I am, rededicating myself to updating this blog.
Amelia, as I write this, you're 8 almost 9 years old. I seriously can't believe it. How did you get to be so old? What happened to my baby? First of all, I want you to know how much I love you. You're such a sweet and sensitive girl. You still worry a lot and about a lot of things, and your confidence could definitely be stronger...but I wouldn't trade you for the world. You and I are so, so much alike. And we butt head a lot. And I'm sorry. I'm more short with you than I have any right to be. I hope you know how much I love you and I'm trying to be better. I don't want you to be short tempered with the people you love in your life and I can see it happening.
Enough of that, let's catch up! We live in Glasgow, Scotland. We've been here almost 3 years and we're all very happily settled here. You attend Kelvindale Primary School and you've got three really great friends: Molly, Uju and Sofia. I'm so glad you've got good friends who you love to see and play with.
You are such a reader! You read and read! We can't keep up with you books-wise. And you have such an imagination. I love hearing the stories you come up with and getting a peek into your mind. Recently you competed in the Robert Burns' Poetry Competition, you competed against kids from other schools in grades P4-5 and guess what? You got third place over all! I was so proud of you.
You're such a great big sister to Seb and Charlotte, they're so lucky to have you. I'm going to try to update this more, I promise!
Love,
Mom (or Mum as you now firmly call me!).
