Tues. 5 PM

February 8, 1944

Hello my handsome husband:

Your letter didn’t come until today. Have you got mine yet? I’m going to try to write, about what I don’t know as there hasn’t been anything doing here.

The baby’s bowels moved three times today and he got four ounces from me twice. He’s been so good but I’ve finally figured out why: he wanted to be loved. Instead of putting him right to bed after feeding, you must play with him. So I kiss him to pieces and he laughs and coos and everyone is happy. He saw me for the first time today-also he saw his hands and he bad a big time. Turned his little pear gun me three times. I was drenched and so was he. Tomorrow he’s going to get orange juice.

I put my hair up last night [nite] and I think you’d like it. I look kind of flirty- like when you meet me- only my figure is a little more- full. But I guess it’ll soon be back to normal. With you to develop it, I ought to look better then even. Honestly, I get more thrill from you more than I ever have before. I get shivery just thinking about you now, honey. Your hands feel so good; they know me pretty well. You make love to me so good. Oh Pres I love you, I love you.

I think of us so often when I look at the baby. I remember so many times we were together. In spite of the fact that it was so short a time we were together it seems like forever. I guess we were meant for each other. It’s so funny how we met. There really must be such a thing as fate. All my life is a prayer now that you will he kept safe. I need you.

I’m going to close now. Maybe I can think of something else a little later. Take good care of yourself for me. If you think you’re going to be transferred soon maybe you should take your pass now instead of waiting you know best what to do though.

I do love you sweety. I kiss you.

Your ever loving,

Maggie

AM

Your son cried all night long. I’m disgusted with him and me too. But I still love you.