long - so damn interminably long these days and weeks and months apart are for us - how jealous of these hours that race around the clock and get lost to us - how desperately we want one word, one touch, one glance. How horribly tough it is - tougher than anyone of those "wise" parents who told us to wait could ever imagine. And yet you *wouldn't* have had it otherwise, would you Junie? I've asked myself the question a thousand times in these past weeks - and every time I've known what you'd say - what you *were* saying. For these things I love you, darling - every hope and prayer for the future is ours - every agony and desperation of the now is for us. Twice as hard, twice as easy, a million times as wonderful as anything thats [sic] ever been on this earth. Hold tight to our faith, Junie puss - call on our love - live for us. Honey I luvs ya somethin *wonnerful* [sic] - *all* I want is a chance to show it. G'night my angel wife, Your Sugy is an impatient baby - 'n how about you? *Stay well*, pooch - for me 'n for *us*. I love you, darlin',

Always,

Your Teddy.