April 29, 1943

Thursday Night

8:00 o’clock

 

Dearest Nick:

 

            Your letter came today, dear, and I’ve read it over and over. I’m always happy down deep whenever I get a letter. Honey, Alan’s letter came today and one from home. Everyone is fine, dear. My dad is much better.

 

            Darling, how are you this evening? I’m fine, dear, and feel better tonight. I’ve had my shower, dear, and am sitting on my bed. Later on, I plan to sew a little. Darling, I’ve written every evening to you. Did you get any this evening? Honey, I love you and love you with all my heart.

 

            The day was warm, dear, and it’s still daylight out. What a lovely evening to go walking! Darling, we’ll go walking when we go on our furlough.

 

            Yes, dear, I remember the time we were in Char. I remember all of our dates and all of them were lovely. I miss you, dearest Nick, very much for I love you, sweetheart, with all my heart.

 

            I saw Charles today, dear, as he was leaving the dorm this evening. He said that Ann and the baby are fine.

 

            Tell me when you start wearing your summer clothes, dear. It will be a great change, dear, from your fall clothes.

 

            Esta has dinner with a Mrs. Clark and hasn’t come home yet, dear.

 

            Darling, did you work hard today? I was finished with mine at three thirty today. Yes, you gave me my engagement ring on May 10th, honey. It doesn’t seem very long, dear. Time passes very fast, dear. On May 2nd, 1943, dear, it will be one whole year at the A.P.G. for me. In the one year, dear, we’ve seen each other often and loved each other, dear. I love you, my darling husband, with all my heart.

 

            Goodnight, darling. Take good care of yourself, dear, always. I send all my love and kisses to you, my darling husband. May God Bless you, dear, always.

 

 

 

                                                                                                Lovingly Yours,

                                                                                                            Rosemarie

 

 

P.S. Sweet dreams.