Dear Jack,
It's been four months since your passing. I miss you dearly. Each day it gets just a tiny bit easier, but sometimes I still half expect you to walk through the door or surprise me like you did when you returned from the Northern Territories for Christmas.
The baby and I are well, he or she is getting quite big. Only a couple more months to go and I'll be holding our son or daughter in my arms. I'm still working, but only three days a week. Rosemary has been kind enough to help out on the other two days. Don't worry, I'm not overdoing it, Abigail and Rosemary wouldn't let me if I tried.
Last month Abigail and I took a trip to Hamilton to see my family. It was great seeing my parents and Julie again, her and Tom are doing really well together. I don't think it will be long before we have another Thatcher turned Thornton around. They're really happy together, I wish you could be here to see it.
We bought some clothes and other items for the baby, like a baby carriage and some small toys while we were in Hamilton. Julie is positive the baby is a boy, whereas Abigail is absolutely sure that the baby is a girl. I don't have a preference. I just want him or her to be happy and healthy when he or she comes.
Lee and Henry have kindly offered to build furniture for the nursery, and Robert's family kindly gave me the crib that you built for Willow, last year. The whole town has been so kind and generous. Last week they surprised me. Bill found your blueprint for our house, and they've began construction to build it for me and the baby. I can't believe how wonderful this town is.
Oh Jack. I wish you were here. I love you so much.
Your Dearest Elizabeth.
