September 7, 1889My Dearest,
Ten days. I shall count each passing day knowing I will find myself in your arms not a day past the 16th.
I trust her almost as much as my trust myself. She will help, all I need do is ask.
I love you. It feels so wonderful to finally write that. To see those words looking up upon me from their place on a page. I long to hear them from your own lips.
Yours,
L.F.
Thank you MJ for an amazingly Lucy set!