June 11, 1943
Friday 8 p.m.
Loving you more and more every day and every night. How I miss you! Please, Darling, take good care of yourself – be careful. I love you so much and would love to be able to cuddle in your arms and have you hold me close to you.
Remember the lovely pink-flowered bush we had outside of our cottage door at Mission Beach and the seeds we gathered from it? Well, I just finished planting some of them, and am anxious now to see what they will do. Wouldn’t it be grand to have Calif. flowers in Minn.? They’ll bring back a lot of pleasant honeymoon memories too.
Spent another full hard day at N.W. Hospital, cutting stencils for an anatomy and phys. final; writing letters, and stapleing [sic]. I do get a lot accomplished there and they do seem very grateful. The more I think, though, of that Blood Center job, the more I want it – if I can only get someone to help here at home. I still hope to set out some tomatoe plants. We were looking all over town for a garden fork, but no luck in finding one – guess we’ll have to borrow from the neighbors. Dad doesn’t seem to have any tools at all to work with. Honey, won’t it be wonderful to be together again – to have our very own home and garden and I do hope – a family. I’m praying for it – never giving up.
“To everything there is a season –
a time to be born, and a time to die –
a time to kill and a time to heal –
a time to break down, and a time to build up;
a time to weep and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn and a time to dance;
a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
a time to love, and a time to hate;
a time of war and a time of peace.”
That’s what the Good Book says – how true that there is a season for all things.
With hundreds of kisses