Letters for Thursday

Dear Thursday,
Three days ago you fell off your bike and into the Murray ravine. Scared the day lights out of me! But you're nine now. Still my rough and tumble tom-boy even when I get a glimpse of the young lady you will become. Your knee is bloody and bruised, and your wrist needs a brace. Doc Ryder put eight stitches in your head then gave you a coupon for the Brown Cow. May gave you a chocolate ice cream cone with sprinkles.

I don't imagine it's something you'll forget, but I find myself writing it down for you anyway like I've done on other important events since the day you were born.

You'll always be the exciting thunder in my day,