Tuesday, 22 15

Sept. 5, 1944

My dearest wife,

I went to bed last night about 11: P.M. thinking about you and I was soon asleep, and I slept so good, didn’t wake up until 0500 this morning. You do make me feel restful you know.

Speaking of being tired, well I am a little tonight. We just came back from a 10 or 12 mile hike about 20 minutes ago. It lasted from 7 to 10 and we really stepped it off. I made it in good shape. The bottom of my heels is the only thing that bothers me now. I think I do pretty good with my feet being so flat. I was tired before I left. I have been on my feet most of the day trying to get things straightened out that were messed up in my absence. One of these days I will have things run smoothly again. I love you my dear. I was thinking of being home with you all during the hike, and that made it go easier. Just the thought of you makes me get chills again, and it gives me a good feeling. Your last two letters were wonderful honey, they were long, and you say the nicest things. If you only knew how good they make me feel, you’d probably write 3 or 4 times a day. It really makes me feel happy and good all over. I miss you too honey.

So you really like the Navy? Maybe he will be alright for Dat. She didn’t waste any time.

Did you go to the dentist yet? You better go, or you will have teeth like mine. You should never neglect your teeth. And please go to the doctor.

So Norma is going to have another? That is news to me. Maybe that money wasn’t wasted, maybe she didn’t use it.

You didn’t get on my nerves when I was home honey, and I wasn’t trying to escape from you. There was one time when I was home that I was a little lonesome for the things I used to do and the places I went, I just wanted to go out and look around. I don’t know if you know what I mean. I could explain it better if you were here. I like to have you with me wherever I go because you are my buddie now, and I like when you pay attention to me, I know then that it is only me you care about or want around. It was so good being with you for those two weeks, we seem to get along much better than we did. I love you – really. That’s a date honey, about seeing the town and the mountains with just me. You think of the best things. I like them. You must go to bed early and dream them up.

You can take the children to your church if you want, and I can still go to mine once in awhile if I want, but I probably won’t be going much when I get home.

It’s getting late honey and the end of the paper too, so I’ll say Goodnight my love.

All my love,

Pres.

P.S. I really – truly love you.