Tuesday, 1845

Feb. 22, 1944

My dearest wife,

I didn’t know you were an architect. You made a very good drawing and floor plan. If I could ever have a house like that I would be the happiest man on Earth. That is the kind of house I always dreamed of. I remember one time I dreamed of a girl like you and my dream came true. Maybe I will have the same luck with a house. It doesn’t seem like it would be expensive to build, there are a few changes I would like to put on it, which I will show you when I see you again.

We didn’t go out on the range today because it was raining pretty hard most of the morning and a little this afternoon, it is very clear out now, the sky is red from the sunset, very pretty. But, it is awfully windy, seems like March here already, but then it is only about a week away.

Did you go to the doctor again? I am getting worried about you. What seems to be the trouble? Maybe you should have gone for a checkup before this. Tell me all about it, remember I am still your husband.

Getting back to our house I think your plans are wonderful in fact I love it almost as much as I love you. There isn’t anything I could love as much as you. I have been thinking about you all day again, but how could I forget you with your letter in my pocket with that small of evening and Paris. You shouldn’t do things like that to me, it gets me all worked up.

How is our baby getting along, he sure must be growing and gaining so much weight? I wish I could see him again soon, I guess I’ll probably be seeing him so (I hope).

I wish I could write such a long letter like you just wrote, it made me so happy and you had a lot to say.

I found a Valentine lying around and I thought it was cute so I thought I would send it along.

I love you so much my dear, you must know how much.

I do love you,

Preston