Beth K.

Thursday's Child by Beth K. (16)

Happy New Year : The holidays are great, but it's kind of like setting of a bomb in my head and my thoughts scatter away and refuse to be collected. (posted Jan 4, 10:20am)

Thursday's Child by Beth K. (16)

A Simple Christmas : Best of Holidailies Back home, there was apple pie and hot tea before bed, then snuggling down into warm sheets and comforters for a 'long winter's nap'. (posted Dec 28, 9:26am)

Thursday's Child by Beth K. (16)

A Short Conversation : "No! I want to say I love you!" (posted Dec 25, 5:35pm)

Thursday's Child by Beth K. (16)

Floating Through The Season : Julien and I set off at a good clip through the gathering twilight, walking around snowbanks and then along the snowy sidewalk hand-in-hand. (posted Dec 23, 10:49pm)

Thursday's Child by Beth K. (16)

Yule Gifts : And yea, did I rejoice for warmth and comfort that I could zip up. (posted Dec 22, 10:16pm)

Thursday's Child by Beth K. (16)

Chilled : The whirling tornado of white stuff was so thick it looked almost like smoke, especially when combined with the scent of burning rubber the entire length of the train exuded as it passed. (posted Dec 21, 9:03pm)

Thursday's Child by Beth K. (16)

Lights in the Dark : After the snow stopped falling, the lights across the street took on a slightly magical quality amidst piles of white. [Photo Entry] (posted Dec 20, 3:09pm)

Thursday's Child by Beth K. (16)

Big Snow! : For the record, Victor came downstairs, put on his boots, his coat, hat and gloves and went out into the yard to shovel the walk without telling me and without being asked. He also did the steps. (posted Dec 19, 11:53am)

Thursday's Child by Beth K. (16)

In The Bleak Midwinter : The cold seems to make the air clear though, defines everything around me with sharp lines as I walk. (posted Dec 18, 8:58am)

Thursday's Child by Beth K. (16)

Just a Little Holiday Moment : Lying curled up with his brother, Julien slept peacefully, one small hand curled up in a light fist near his face. His face was relaxed in sleep, eyelashes impossibly long against the pale skin of his cheeks. (posted Dec 16, 10:15pm)

Thursday's Child by Beth K. (16)

Tears, Clutch Failure, Good Meal and a Special Letter : That's when Mom's clutch dropped out and she couldn't get the car into gear on a slope. (posted Dec 16, 8:46am)

Thursday's Child by Beth K. (16)

Guess who's coming for Christmas? : "Guess who's coming for Christmas?" I said to Vic as we sat in the darkened car with my mother making our way to pick up Julien. (posted Dec 15, 7:55am)

Thursday's Child by Beth K. (16)

Hitting the Fs : With each successive one that passed and floated right out of my mouth instead of cracking or just plain dying an early death without ever making out, I felt more and more confident that the next would come out fine. (posted Dec 14, 7:52am)

Thursday's Child by Beth K. (16)

High Notes : Patience, it'll come back. It's okay to be rusty. (posted Dec 10, 5:27pm)

Thursday's Child by Beth K. (16)

Driving Rain : If it had just been a little bit colder, we'd have 20 inches of snow and a snow day for the kids likely. That's got its own issues of course, but I think the boys would've had a blast sledding down the driveway and building forts in the back yard. (posted Dec 9, 8:12am)

Thursday's Child by Beth K. (16)

Routines : Mondays are always harder, I think. (posted Dec 8, 7:47am)