Mon- 8 am

February 7, 1944

My dearest Preston:

Just finished rocking they baby to sleep and I want to write a few lines to you since I didn’t get the other letter mailed; the kids had the pen.

There’s an awfully empty space in my life this morning. Could be I miss you my darling.

The kid got his 4 ounces from Martha this morning. He still cried after an hour, I couldn’t stand it any longer. Here the poor little fellow had even pan

ts and an open safety pin. I feel so guilty; I picked him up and rocked him.

Did you get back all right? Did you sleep any? I had a pretty good night but then that was because of you I guess. I love you so.

It’s snowing here this morning. I don’t care. It was nice for you and that was my day. I can hardly wait to see the pictures.

I guess you know what it meant for me to be with you. Here we’ve been married a year and four months almost and you excited me more now than ever. Love is certainly wonderful you satisfy me 100%.

Honey- it just dawned on me that we were awfully selfish with the baby yesterday. Everyone held him but you – but then that’s the way it is all week here.

If you should look for a place remember – I probably can’t leave for at least two weeks yet. If I have to cook and stuff, I want a place of my own to do it in and not have other people using it too and running in and out. Be sure it’s clean and no bugs – and if you can be a little choosy, be sure it isn’t too dreary. When you do find a place, be sure to let me know what I’ll need. I’d like to live in Franklin, I guess but I’ll let that [be] up to you.

Guess I’ll grab another hour’s sleep so will close for now. I love you sweetie – you’re my dearest – you’re my darling and the only one for me forever.

All my love,

Marguerite