Dearest Terry,
Hello darling, it's me again, sitting down on my bed before I turn in, to write to my sweetheart.
I haven't flown in the last three days, was grounded for one of the days. The other 2 days were just open days for our crew. I'm scheduled to fly tomorrow, but as I sit here writing, I can hear the wind blow and the rain beat against the window. I stuck my neck out this afternoon and said we could expect a drizzling rain by evening and when the rain did come, I predicted a few minutes ago that we'd be grounded tomorrow. Now that the wind has shifted and the rain increased, I feel safe in my forecast. Didn't you know I was a weather expert? Listen to me - I'm really good - at least, that's what I keep telling myself.
It sure is swell to read your letters. I've been over the latest ones and noticed the part about exercise. Why darling, I thought your abdomen was very nice, and as far as your posterior, if you want to call it that, it was, well - I liked it! Exercise is good for you, makes you good and strong, eat your spinach and drink your milk, and some day you'll be able to stand up against the hugs you're going to get from me. I still remember the time you nearly broke my back - but I'm going to get even, even if I have to get Ed and Leo to help. (You're pretty strong, do you know it?)
Browsing thru some more, I'm reminded of "our" song. Evey time I hear it, I think of "us." I wouldn't dance to that song with anyone else if it was the last time left. I just sit there and listen, and everything else blacks out and I'm with you again.
I don't recall this chap name of Maurice Rody. Maybe if I saw him, I might remember him, but the name isn't familiar. I'm glad to hear that you're going out, and happy to know that you had a good time, darling. You know how I feel about that sweetheart, I want you to go out and have a helleva time as much as possible. Hell, if you were to put yourself into a shell and refused to enjoy good company - that wouldn't be right for yourself. You know what you're doing, and after all, if I couldn't trust you, how could I ever expect you to trust me? And when the trust we have in each other is gone - so is our love!
I'm waiting anxiously for the pictures! That'll be a treat to have you to look at. To imagine all the things we could be doing, to love, to caress, to hold in my arms. Man, oh man - my darling, what ever would happen when we're together again just wouldn't be real. It couldn't be.
I'll be sending the little something or other from Mexico one of these days. Also, a little surprise will be in the mail very soon. Naturally, since it's a surprise, you can wait until you get it to find out what it is.
Darling, you mentioned that you went on a pilgrimage with my mom. I bet that it must be a forceful sight. Mom was telling me about it. Maybe the praying will do some good, hard work will do the rest. It will be a long fight, but when it's over, let's hope it's a good peace, a lasting one so that our children won't have to go thru what we're going thru.
Sweetheart, don't ever give up, because I'm going to come back, I'm lucky that way. Besides, we've got a date to keep, and we can't break that, not a date as lovely as ours.
I'm going to send money home to put in the bank so that we'll have some thing to get started on. It won't be much, but as I said, it'll be a start. And baby, with you and I, together, that's all we'll need is a little push in the beginning. Once we get rolling, no one will be able to stop us. We're going on and on, we two, and where we end up won't be anyone's sorrow.
Darling, it's getting late, and my love for you is too much for me. In fact, I'm all tired out in the morning from dreaming of you.
Until next time - I'll pause for a dream.
All my love, you lovely gift from heaven.
Yours always,
Jim
