Monday evening

July 5, 1943

Darling:

A letter came and I’m so very happy, why, I’m even writing early tonight. Honey, your letter made me so very happy.

Did you work very hard today? My day was busy with typing and I’m not tired this evening. How are you, honey? I want you to be well and happy, dear, as I am.

I bought paper and envelopes this evening, dear, and will write to my people and your people, too. I’ll tell them that you are well.

Darlingest, what are you going to do tonight? Walking or movies, dear? Do both, dear, and I’ll be along with you.

We had rain late last night, dear, and it was a little chilly today. My room is very comfy, dear, how I wish you were here on the other side of the bed, dear. I’m sitting on one side, dear, and you can have the other.

Darling, I want to guess what you have for me. It’s your picture, honey. That’s something I want, dear, very much. To have you with me watching me from my dresser. I love you, honey, with all my heart.

We have an elderly lady about two doors from our room, honey, and every time she leaves the room, I can hear her locking the doors. She doesn’t trust us any. Our door is always open, dear, only locked at night.

I miss you, honey, very much. I love you, dear, with all my heart. Oh, to have you to myself again, honey. You know, honey, I had a dream the other night. I had a baby in my dream, honey with dark hair like yours. Gee, honey, I can’t tell you whether it was a boy or girl, only that it was a baby. I love you, honey, bushels and bushels.

Good night now. Take good care of yourself, dear, for I want you well. I send all my love and all my kisses to you, sweetheart. May God Bless you, darling mine, always.

Lovingly yours,

Rosemarie

P.S. Sweet dreams, honey.