My love,
I've read your last letter so many times that I've memorized it. You've always been straightforward; it's one of your best qualities. I love you too, very much. And now it is my turn to be straightforward because I want to stop wasting precious time we could be spending together. You, of course, are welcome to tell me if I'm making too many assumptions about us, but I have a feeling that things will work out.
I'm sending Saul down to the planet tomorrow. I know it'll be hard getting him to leave Galactica, he's the most stubborn man I've ever met, but I know he wants to be with Ellen, so he'll go. I will promote Lieutenant Agathon to replace him. Helo's a good man, he'll make a good leader, don't you think? As soon as Helo gets comfortable with command and in the CIC, I'm going to retire.
I'm going to settle on New Caprica, Laura. I want to settle with you. We better start looking for someone to build our cabin. I'd do it myself, but I'll be up here for at least another month and I want construction to start immediately. I'll contact Galen Tyrol and see if he knows a good carpenter.
You can tease me all you want about becoming "Grandpa Adama," but it might not appear as funny to you when you become "Grandma Adama." We're not getting old, are we, Laura? In any event, I suspect that we will be thrilled with any nicknames our grandchildren decide to confer upon us.
It seems very strange that in the midst of the apocalypse we are beginning our lives together. I can come to no other conclusion than to assume that this must be a miracle bestowed to us by your gods. When I move down with you, we need to thank them properly.
It looks like you and I will get our peace and happiness after all.
I love you,
Bill