Mar. 27, ’43
Dearest Ande: I love you.
Am writing to you tonight as I lie here in bed, wondering how you are and where you are, & wondering too, if you might be thinking of me. I do think of you so much & realize more and more that you do mean so much to me, and how hard it is to be separated from you.
Jim & Max left about an hour ago. We had a nice time together – but you know, Honey, you’ve got all the other men in this world beat. Every time, I find myself comparing the others with you, and you really are so superior in every way –
Well, we have the attic straightened out quite well. Just a few odds & ends & then, we must start on the basement.
Have been practicing up on my shorthand – taking dictation over the radio – in case they need that service in the Red Cross.
Maxine gave us an anniversary gift to-night (it won’t be long), some wooden salad bowls – & then a pair of stockings for me. Of course, the telegram from you is the best of all.
Dr. Shandorf, whom I saw in the Medical Arts Bldg., said to be sure & remember him to you –
Want to write some more yet to-night, so will start another page.
I’ve got an awful lot of love saved up for you, Sweetheart.