Sept 22, 1944
Friday E. 7:00
My dearest Dumplin’,
Another
days work done and no word from you but I’ll just keep on writing because I
know some time or another my Pheety will get my letters.
I packed a
bag to send to you tonight but I won’t mail it until tomorrow. I don’t have everything I wasn’t to put in it
yet. Monday or Tuesday of next week I am
going to send you another box. If there
is anything you should ever need honey please write and let me know.
How are you
by now? My cold has been a lot better today.
I wrote to your folks again last night and I should have written to mine
but I was just too tired.
Darling
I’ll be so glad when I hear from you.
And I do hope you are getting my letters. I don’t want my Pheety to ever be
disappointed so I am faithfully writing every night. Pheety it’s so lonesome without you. It’s so hard to get used to the idea of being
away from you and I worry so much. It
seems like only yesterday evening you came rushing up the stairs. Every time I hear your foot steps on the
stairs my heart begins racing. I love
you so much Vincent don’t ever doubt that. As I sit here writing I look at your picture
and I get so sick inside to think that I won’t be able to hold you in my arms tonight,
or listen to you chatter about things.
When you used to come in, in the evening, and have something to tell me
it would humor me to watch the actions you’d go trough and I’d laugh to myself
thinking of how sweet you looked. Pheety
I really enjoyed you poking me every time you had something to tell me. If I didn’t look at you every minute you were
talking you’d always punch me wanting my full attention. You’re so sweet honey and I’ll always be true
to you. I need you Dumplin' more than you will ever realize. You’re a part of me now and if anything
should ever happen to you I’d just die too.
I couldn’t live without you Pheety.
All the things we’ve laughed about and done together will never leave my
mind for a minute. I’m always thinking
about you and loving you more everyday.
You’re doing your part darling and I’m going to keep the home- fires
burning until you return softly into my arms again. All my love and kisses and thoughts are to
you only.
So be a
good boy and always remember that I love you more than anything. I’ll be a good girl always. You can count on me.
Your lonesome Pheety,
Margaret
PS If I only had you here tonight what I wouldn’t do to you. I miss you tucking me into bed when you had to be back by midnight. Now Pheety don’t you wish you had wakened me every morning. I do!
Send me lots of kisses Pheety and write to me as often as possible
I love you