I really miss you, especially if I let myself dwell on the miles. I’m afraid—I guess I won’t ever relax until we’re all in heaven together—I hope! Keep us all in your prayers. Don’t neglect prayer! Nothing is more important than saving our souls. (Have you decided to wear your scapular again? I bet you don’t miss me giving instructions?!)
I wish you were home, or in Pullman anyway! I could have brought you a pie this week!
I love you! Can’t wait til December.
(And stay away from girls!)