June 11, 1945

                                                                                                            Monday Evening

 

Dearest Ralph,

            Boy honey if my mail would keep coming like it has lately I never would complain.  I got 2 more letters today.  One was written the 20th of May & the other the 3rd of June.  You didn’t say what you wanted for your birthday present but I knew what you meant.  Boy honey, I’m not kidding.  I’ll try to give you the best present you ever had when you get home.  I’m saving everything for you and hope you are doing the same.  That will be a great day for both of us.  I’m afraid I’ll be scared it’s been so long since I’ve had anyone to love me.  I really do miss it too.  I can’t imagine what it will be like to have you back again.  You said you had a dream about me.  Why didn’t you tell me about it?  I love to dream about you, but I always wake up just when it starts to get interesting.

            I’m cleaning my bedroom again.  I painted around the rug tonight.  Tomorrow night I’m going to wash woodwork and windows.  I hope some day before long you and I can have our own home and that’s what I’ve always dreamed of.  I hope I can always make you a nice wife and we can be happy together.  Ralph I love you so much anymore.  The more I think about you and how long since I’ve seen you, I get so lonesome for you.  You’re everything to me Ralph and I miss you more all the time.  Since there has been so many soldiers getting home lately I’ve been so lonesome for you.  I try to keep thinking that our turn will come someday.  I’ll be so nervous when you do get home again.  I’ll be speechless.

            Ralph I guess all we can write about is when you get home and how much I love you.  There’s never any news around here to tell you.  I really feel swell when I come in from work and see some mail from you.  Your really swell Ralph and I love you.  It’s past my bedtime now 9:45 and I’d better get to sleep.  I wish every night you could be beside me.  Since I sleep alone now I miss you more.  We will both be use to sleeping alone that maybe I’ll have to get twin beds.  Do you think so?  I hope I have a good dream about you tonight honey.  “Goodnight”, Darling, “I love you.”

                                                                                                All my love,

                                                                                                Marge