May 2, 1945

Wednesday Midnite

My dearest darling,

The picture of you came today. I met the mail man on the way to the store and he gave me this envelope; I couldn’t imagine what was in it. I opened it in the store and I’m glad I did for it took my breath away. If I’d been anywhere else but the store I’d probably have sat down and wept. Honestly it looked as if you would say something to me if I talked to you. It’s the first time I’ve seen you smile since January 27^th and since you are father of a little girl you look for all the world as you did Aug 2, ’45. I see you still have the devil in your eyes my old candy kid. Are you getting thinner? What do you carry in your pockets they bulge so you look so young and carefree. Are you? I liked the little snapshot too. It was so typical. Who are the fellows? Is Rie out there?

I saw the “The Face in the Window” tonite. It wasn’t too bad, rather disappointing.

The kids are both alright. Barbara has a little cold. Gee, she is dark, just like you. Allen is just like his dad, more every day. When I change his pants I stand him on the bathroom stool. Well today, every time he would reach down the front of my dress. I swear you two are communicating by some means. Another thing he does is bite my nose and take his fingers and pinch it. Then he’ll throw his arms around my head and burry his face in my neck or kiss me –smacks- on the mouth. He doesn’t get in to things as much as he used to and lately he tries to tell me when he wants to go to the bathroom.

I miss you in so many ways. At the movies holding your hand, [edited for content] going for walks or just sitting with you trying to let you read the newspaper. Oh there are ten million ways for how I miss you and love you. You’re all the world to me.

Goodnite honey,

All my love,

Marguerite