Jan. 23, 1944

Sun. Nite. 11 pm

My darling:

Just a line or two before I try to sleep to tell you I love you and am terribly lonesome for you. You know how much.

Only a couple more days in this place thank goodness. I should be home by Wed. I’m pretty weak but everything is healing nicely.

The baby just left. He looked so much better than he did. He is whiter, losing a little of his hair and shows more signs of life. He still looks like you for which I am happy - except around the eyes and here I think he resembles me a little. His eyes are blue now where before they were kind of black. He eats like a little pig now too and there’s plenty for him. He gets enough and is gaining. He is awfully good so far. I’m glad you like him.

I had a card from Gilmore and Agnes. How are the Gardners? Tell me all about it. Your mother also wrote. I haven’t been feelings so well – mentally but I guess I’m alright. My disposition is terrible. All I want is you and I dreamed about you last nite.

Had a letter from Marian. She’s still at Shepperd but is on the alert for a P.O.E and she loves it.

Take care of yourself my dearest one. I hope I’ll see you soon.

All the love in the world to you.

Your wife,

Marguerite

Goodnite xxxx