So long as you understand, it will not matter.

Nothing hurts, except that you may not understand.

The moment I see you, and you see me, you will understand.
So, goodnight, and God bless you, you, my two blessings.

Here is to our own year of 1915, your year and Hope's year, and, because I have you both, my year.

I send you all the love in all the world.
RICHARD.
January 5, 1916.
MY DEAREST ONE: WHAT PICTURES! WHAT HAPPINESS! What a proud Richard! On top of my writing yesterday that I had had no sketches of yours, and no kodaks of Hope, eight came to-night, and oh! I am so proud, so homesick.