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59 Nov. 11 - Saturday 9:00 P.M. My dearest darling: It seems now so very long til you will be home again - The months are stretching endlessly ahead - and it's hard - so very hard to think about it. My need for you grows more intense each day - and now the wait seems almost unbearable. This morning it was pouring when we got up but Bev came by for us about 11:30, and we went to Monterey anyway. Gil, Jonesy and Brainard all have C cards, and since they take turns driving to the field the other two cars are left here - Both wives are expected back this week, and I'm looking forward to meeting them. Especially, since I've heard that Skip Brainard plays a good game of tennis. There wasn't much to do because all the stores were closed observing Armistice Day, but Bev was able to attend to errands at the laundry and cleaners. We came back here for lunch after doing a bit of marketing downtown. Bev left shortly after 3:00, and about 5:00 Paula and Keeo came over. [pg 2] They stayed to see Wendy bathed and fed. Keeo was thrilled when I let her hold the bottle for Wendy's last ounce. She is a cunning youngster, but spoiled. Whimpers when she can't have what she wants. I'm glad Wendy isn't old enough to irritate her. I think little sweetie is getting ready to cut a tooth, because she chews on anything she can get hold of, and drools almost continuously. I went in the bedroom a few minutes ago, and she was sound asleep on her tummy - head resting on her tiny arms and legs froggy fashion. She is a round, cuddly constantly moving bundle - I love to hold her and sing and talk to her. Paula says she's much more active than Keeo was - Remember how she wiggled before she was born! Wonder why we haven't heard from John and Betty - and about the pictures - I sent an Airmail Special over a month ago. Wendy is making little noises in her sleep - must be having a dream - It's such a comfort to have her in the bedroom at night - and hear her breathing and making sleeping sounds. [pg 3] I've been reading a book titled “The Days Grow Cold” and it's about a little girl named Lucinda. She has a very active mind, and [a?ing] imagination. I laugh as I read, and wonder what Wendy will be like when she is 5 or 6. Most of all I wonder what she will look like when you get back - and I try to picture you holding her - If it was now she’d probably smile and plant her fist in your eye or try to grab your nose as she does mine! Your ivy plant is doing beautifully, and I'm so happy to have it. When you get back to Honolulu you must have your picture taken for me right away. I'm looking forward to your getting back there so much. There is a program on now from the Mark, and I'm wondering how long it will be before ‘Top of the Morning.’ When it finally comes, I probably won't believe it. Oh darling if I could just run into your arms right now. What will it be like not to have a separation hanging over us - I can not imagine- I am tired tonight - guess it's bedtime- Goodnight - my dearest one - I love you with all my heart- Bobby
