Love Letter 59 – Love-Making

Love Letter 59 – Love-Making

Small yet meaningful reading rituals fill the sacred space: the lighting of waxed wicks, the wearing of a weathered leather pouch, the whispering of wishful prayers and the ultimate unfolding of treasured handwritten gold . . .
I easily slip into a tender, romantic trance with Norah’s breezy tone and Mom’s tantalizing tales within Love Letter 59, January 1961:

10:30 p.m. Wed.
Hi Honey!
I love you so very much, dear! & miss you so!
Am retiring a little earlier to-day & get some sleep.
Still a little tired from our wonderful week-end together — a little frustrating eh dear – but then only 6 more weeks.
Tomorrow am going to get fitted for my gown so maybe it will make me feel more like our wedding being so near.
How are you dear – I wish you were w/ me, but know we’d get nothing done, but would get caught up in our love-making.
Was real busy at work to-day and surprisingly enough even tho’ it was to have been my day-off, they truly needed me – 3 nurses sick so they were short staffed – so you see dear fate again played her role (they didn’t need me that much Monday).
Will be glad when Sunday comes – my day off – sleep in and go to the late church service.
Am meeting Ethel tomorrow at noon and run around & shop a bit – they still have decisions to make on their dresses.
Oh what great fun – love every minute of it tho’ – to know that everything I’m doing is for you my dear – please remember I love you so.
Right now am listening to Mantovani (Gems Forever) – real lovely selections – playing The Nearness of You.
Wish we were sitting here like at Christmas listening to records.
Got quite a number of cards & letters when I came back.
Heard from Marion & Kirk and they mentioned that Bob couldn’t loan us his bed as he has fairly definite plans of getting married himself – to Betty (had we ever met her dear) – real nice girl (lady).
Did a bit of picking up around here, then Mom & I were invited out for a couple of belated New Years drinks – so wandered back in about 10 pm – not as bad as New Year’s Eve – man, can’t remember a thing – sure glad I was w/ my trusty fiancé.
It’s still so very hard to believe we’ve picked out our apartment & furniture, etc.
How about the couch?
Hope all works out well.
Honey – please work on our thesis every spare minute you have — I love you so & want it finished otherwise who knows??
I may wake up in the middle of the nite screaming “thesis” – or else make you have it done before I make love to you —
Better Beware, dear.
Get it finished!!!!
I’ll close now —
Oh I miss you! Off to bed alone.
I love you!!
Yours always (always)
Bette
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Chopp-Chopp

Woohoo! Six short weeks and you and Dad will be swooning to the silky scores of records filling every nook and cranny of your newlywed apartment . . .
And ‘how about the couch?’ – cozy and convenient for a little hanky-panky and scores of love-making.

And to feel in the night
The nearness of you