At Home 1:40 A.M., 2 days after Frank was born. Feb. 26, 1954 Dorothy, My Dearest, My Wife
Quiet night has crept onto the scene, silently ushering in your birthday. I know you are sleeping now and dreaming well deserved and happy thoughts. In a few minutes, perhaps before this letter is finished, the nurse will step into your room, gently wake you, and ready you and our new son for a 2 o’clock feeding. But, at the moment you are sleeping, and in a few minutes you will awake to your birthday. I hope you will smile, darling, and somehow sense that I, too, am awake and wishing you a happy birthday! I know this is your happiest birthday. But, do you know that, even though it isn’t mine, it’s the happiest birthday for me too? This first year has been the happiest in my life. You are the most wonderful wife a guy could have. I could fill the rest of this letter with the wonderful things you are, and the beauty of your life and many pages besides – and still I could never begin to achieve a real expression of my inner feelings. My love for you is too deep for an ordinary pen to fathom, my love for you is too great to even try to explain. My respect for you is transcended only by my love and my love is endless and boundless. So long as you are mine, and I belong to you, so long will love achieve a dimension never before realized in this world. And, now, God has sealed this great love with his most precious kiss – the kiss which gives rise to life. Our son is the actual physical expression of our love. A photograph of our love would resemble our son. Thank you, Darling, for loving me. Thank you for being the wife you are. Thank you for your deep understanding of me and for tolerating some of my liabilities. Thank you, too, for appreciating my assets, and nourishing their full expression. The happiest of Happy Birthdays to you Darling! I love you and always will. How proud my son will be of his mother!!! Your loving husband,
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