Bluffdale            Feb 7. 1864.

 

My Dear Husband Frank

                        I cannot write an answer to your good letter of a week ago as it deserves to be answered. Each letter that I receive from you is one more cause for the love I feel for you. I could not help loving you dearly and devotedly. You are a dear good husband to write me so often and affectionately. Mother and I almost count the days until you come.

 

I believe we are the most interested in your return. If the Good Being permits we will see you soon. I dare not tell you how nearly I have forgotten every thing and neglected every duty in loving you. You will tell me it is Idolating and wicked, but it is so. I could no more live without you than I can cease loving you. Don’t think me / foolish, dearest for telling you so often that I love you. You wrote me in your last letter tht any thing I wrote you would be of interest, and I have written you that I love you as being the most important thing that I can think of.

 

            We are all well. mother’s health is some better than when I wrote you last. I think with the spring she will recover her health.

 

The Capt. death was a great blow to mother. it came so suddenly and unexpectedly. Mother says tell you she loves you. You know that mother and and I love you, and will always love you, if every body else forsakes you.

 

            I am going to surprise Spence on his birth-day. I have made him a very handsome cake with a wreath of flowers around it. I presented him with a pair of slippers on his last birthday. I have the handsomest present for you, dearest, I have been / almost a year preparing it. I wont tell you what it is, it would take away all the pleasure of showing it to you. I could spend all my time in making presents for you and surprising you and then couldn’t do enough for you. You know I have set out to make you happy, and it shall be done because it will be a pleasure and I shall be happy.

 

            We have no news here, everything is as quiet and monotonous as in your boyhoods days.

 

            I am busily engaged making sheets and bedding for housekeeping. it is pleasant work and I enjoy it very much, but not so vastly as I will the housekeeping.

 

            I know of nothing more of interest to write.

 

                                                With much love ever Your

                                                            Wife, Affectionately

                                                                                    Sallie.

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