Wednesday Nite – 8 PM.

January 3, 1945

My dearest husband:

Two such nice letters again from you today have made me feel less lonesome. I love you, honey.

I thought you’d like the station in Cinc.[Cincinnati]. I didn’t have much time to look at it.

I hope you do get a chance to see the Twins and me again in good clothes. I called and made my reservation at the hospital tonite – six dollars a day for a double room. That also includes the baby’s bed as they charge for it also. I figured it up tonight and if you send me fifty this month and I back twenty, we’ll still have a bank account of eighty dollars after everything is paid which isn’t at all bad. I bought everything today I’ll need for a month except insurance and my magazine.

By the way, I bought the bracelet with the two hearts. It wasn’t exactly what I wanted but was only a dollar so I am going to have it engraved. It is “silver”, I wish I could find some little silver earring now in an arrow design [draws arrow]

If I looked good to you, it was because I was happy as I always am when you are with me. I regret the fact that I looked like a “hunkie” (wasn’t it?) the other nite until you’ve been pregnant, you can never understand. So I’ll try not to explain. There are so many little things you just can’t ever understand for awhile honey. Until you live with me or we are together. Don’t even say we love each other too much for that can never be. All I say is we must be patient and understanding for it’s a long, hard pull. I do think too we should bring our anger into the open and talk about whatever has hurt us for if we don’t, we’ll keep on making the same old mistakes. You are my happiness also so here’s to us, Preston, and our life together with our children.

I wish I could only see your haircut. I love to see your hair short you look much younger and handsomer. Promise me if you can when I am in the hospital, you’ll have it cut the same.

I had a nice letter from Ruth and I wrote to her and your mother.

Yes, we got home on Fri. [Friday] but today all week, the roads have been closed due to the storm and another storm is on the way.

So you didn’t dance! I love you, Pres. [Preston] you’re sweet. Every year gets better, doesn’t it.

I could hardly make it uptown today. Dad drove me up and I took a cab home. Bought a dozen diapers and a whick broom for Allen to play with. Oh yes, a pair of pajamas for me- white.

I never said but it’s ok if you want to change the paper and Yank here. Do I pay or you? Goodnite honey. I am thinking of you.

All my love, Margerette