I love you so much...

that I would even live in Massachusetts (if I had too) just to be with you.

From your bald headed husband
Paul

P.S. that's saying a lot!
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This is the end of a letter is dated November 12, 1941. It seems to be the first letter in the box. But some of these are out of order so I'm not yet sure that this is "The First". I found a clipping of the wedding announcement presumably from a paper that was local to Grandma - wherever that was.

Just this announcement was enlightenment in and of itself. They seem to have been married around October 10, 1941 iath the First Baptist Church in Roxbury, MA. I'll have to scan this in tomorrow as I'm a bit too tired tonight to type it all in. But I had no idea about a couple of things:
They got married in MA?
Grandpa took classes at Harvard?
Grandma was a nurse for the Household Nursing Association of Boston?

All of these things are news to me!

I'm especially endeared by the line at the beginning of this post, as I myself moved to Massachusetts to be with Eric, as I love him so much. It made me smile. And reading these letters (so far tonight) about how much Grandpa loved Grandma and how homesick he felt (I also read some of the letters in the plastic bag that Grandma had torn up then taped back together which are out of order and appear to be from 1944) for her, made me think of Eric and how hard things have been lately with him being gone during the week for work. Makes me incredibly grateful that he can come home on the weekends, we can talk multiple times a day and if there was an emergency, he is only truly two hours away.

Puts everything in prospective, really.