My darling,
This time next week I will have been with you two blessed
beautiful days. O darling, it is so wonderful. Thank you so much for the
letter, it was such a joy. It was almost like seeing you again after you had
gone home for a week-end when I stayed at school. Maybe I can’t ask you not to
wear your self out but please, please don’t collapse completely because I want
a couple of strong arms to go around me when I step out of the car in front of
your house. I am afraid that Pop and June will have to put me into a straight
jacket from the time we bit Portland until we get to your house.
I am enclosing a poem that I found today that I couldn’t
resist sending. Now don’t lose it because I am going to ask for it back when I
get up to Portland. This afternoon I finished my formal and it doesn’t look
like a bathing suit with a skirt on it any longer. It has become quite modest
in it’s old age. I will be busy everyday until I leave but the old adage about
busy hands making time fly doesn’t seem to work for me, everyday just seems to
drag. If the snow is very bad we may be
delayed but heaven for bid! The ride will be long enough as it is. I love you,
sweetheart and I’ll see you very, very soon.
Ann
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