My own Darling Cyclone,
Whew! Gosh, thanks for being you, my love. What a week we had! I never dreamt that so much could be done in so little time. I keep thinking of you going back to work tomorrow morning. I hope you wont be too exhausted. I know it was rough on you, especially since, as a rule, you go to bed rather early. But, oh my dearest, it was wonderful, and well worth the lack of sleep, don’t you think?
Honey, I’m sure we can go the rest of the way to May, without further occurrences like our recent one. I shan’t even try to describe how miserable I felt, watching you break down. What a helpless feeling!
We will have no more of that I’m sure. It’s too much for us to take. Sincerely though sweetheart, the toughest part is past. We haven’t too long to wait now and I’m sure that after seeing you the other night, that all will be ok.
Honey, we sailed right on time, darn it! And I got to bed promptly at 11:00p.m.. Was I tired? A little! The next day I compiled the following:
There are approximately, 8 months, 34.8 weeks, 244 more breakfasts alone, 5,856 hours, 351,360 minutes, 21,081,600 seconds until you are mine forever! Your love, and BED, HERE I COME!!!
Yours alone, forever,