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My darling,
If I don't write now I shan't have a chance of writing to you because you will be here – another disappointment, but as you say, it's all a matter of perspective!
Of course I am not disappointed at the length of time the job has taken. On the contrary I am amazed that it has been so quick or rather that you have managed apparently to keep them so close to schedule. I know I could not have done it. I just want you to be here and when you are not I feel it; but I would hate it if you felt it a restraint to have had to do so much work for me. I know I shall do better work for feeling that my consulting room is a nice room because it has been made for me by you. And my home. And my family. All made for me by you. It is a sobering thought but is curiously exalting and exciting at the same time …
It gives me a wonderful feeling to think I am going to see you soon. It's a sort of mixture of Easter and Christmas and Summer holidays all rolled into one.
The children will be very anxious for you to have a holiday and I think will be seriously hurt and disappointed if you do not make them feel they have been running the house so well that they may as well go on with the good work. So shall I.
… I can't make up my mind whether I shall be so disappointed if you can't come tomorrow that I won't be able to stand it, or whether
it will be so exciting having another day of expecting you that I can't bear to miss it. I wish you could hear the church bells ringing. They must be ringing in my heart I think.
Goodbye my dearest, for the present (it only lasts a moment this time!).