I'm in love.

"Dear Mr. David,
I love you and being better might be good. I am sorry you are sick. I don't like it when my eye hurts. Why do you need to lie on your bed on your tummy for a couple of days? To feel better, you should read a good book because you are sick. I would be happy to lend you Per and the Dala Horse. I like that book with the trolls. Gt well soon. I miss you at church.

Your friend,
Madeleine."

(Madeleine is, I think, barely three. Clearly one of her parents transcribed, but it is personally illustrated.)