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411 September 26 - Wednesday - 8:20 P.M. My Dearest Darling: All day long I've been mulling over your last nights special, and feeling happy that the end of this damnable separation is in sight. Let's count on January tho sweety, and then push it ahead by weeks if need be. That system for some reason is much easier on me than having to look way far ahead til April. Somehow tho, I feel confident that you will be home soon, and even if I am wrong we still can't have too very much longer to wait. No mail from you today, and I'm missing three or four letters tho I'm not fussing after yesterday's very satisfactory haul of [pg 2] four plus a special. Just think darling, it was a year ago tonight that we moved into our little house. How lost and lonely I felt then, as is nothing would ever be right again. But your flowers helped then, as the roses do now make me feel a warm glow of anticipation. I ache for you darling, in some way it doesn't seem as if you've been gone long, in others it seems like an eternity. I know tho that we will pick up just as we left off, and go on now happier than ever just to be with each other and of course with Wendy button-nose. Won't it be wonderful not to have the war hanging over us, and to be able to lead normal lives - golly Tink - that freedom is something we [pg 3] haven't yet had in our marriage. And the talking we'll have to do! There are so many things I want to hear about, and any number of little things I've stored away to tell you only when I'm once again in the comfort of your arms. Darling you've been so acutely near me all this year giving me help and keeping me going, and now the joy of having you home soon almost overpowers me. I do love you so much, and am so full of the wonder of being your wife - Come to me sweety, and hold me tight- Bobby
