Apr. 28, ’43
I love you to-night, loved you yesterday, will love you tomorrow and always. Couldn’t love you many more times than that, could I?
Am waiting again for your kiss, ’cause here I am tucked in bed wanting you to say g’night to me. Some day soon, we can really be together again & live without the fear of your having to leave.
Took a long hike alone, down by the creek today & missed having you with me so much.
Dr. Long wants me to come back in two months. Said that when you do come home on furlough, (prob. no possibility for quite awhile) that I should come to see him as soon as I hear about your coming, or if I meet you somewhere, he wants me to see him first before I would leave. He’s been wonderful to me & wants to get things all fixed up for us. I’m feeling “fit as a fiddle” – yes – and “ready for love” anytime you’re ready.
We played our piano duet to-night & it really went off just dandy. Played much better than at practice. Sewed on my elec. portable today. Made some hand towels for our future kitchen, Honey – take good care of yourself. I do hope everything is all right with you.
With hundreds of “flutes,”
“Fit as a Fiddle” by Annette Hanshaw & Her Sizzlin’ Syncopators (1932)