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April 4, 1943

ROCKPORT, MASSACHUSETTS

Dear Rita,

As I write this letter I sneak glances at my sleeping baby in her Moses basket. The sun is pouring in through the window. Spring’s come early in many ways.

Robert came to the hospital after she was born. He was granted a leave and he came. I swear, Rita, I thought I was dreaming when I woke up and saw his face.

Labor was harder this time around. I thought it was supposed to get easier? This one was plain stubborn and turned all upside down. They had to pull her out by her feet. I don’t remember it because they put me out. Thank God.

But when I woke up there he was. My shining man. Holding our baby in his arms.

And for a moment I thought we were all dead. And it was heaven. Heaven through a field of yellow tulips. How Robert managed to get those tulips with such short notice is nothing less than a miracle. This whole thing feels miraculous. She’s here, my sweet baby. And she got to meet her father. That’s more than many, many women can say these days.

As I woke, Robert leaned over me, his mouth against my ear. “You fought for this one. You’re a tough gal. I’d go to battle with you at my side any day,” he murmured.

We named her Corrine. After my mother. I was so glad he didn’t want to name her Claire, after his mother. But I think my dear old mother-in-law was angry about it. She left the hospital in a huff when we told her.

“Don’t worry, she’ll get over it,” he said as he smiled down at Corrine.

“Oh, I’m not worried,”

”No, you wouldn’t be.” He laughed. “You don’t worry about things even when you should.”

I smiled at him and reached up to take off his hat so I could run my fingers through his thick, golden hair. Only, Rita, he doesn’t have any! His hair is cut so short. He’s a true soldier now.

“Do you like it, Glory?” he asked.

“Well, it reminds me of when we were little, in the summer. When your mother made you crop your hair.”

“I can’t tell if that means you like it or not. You play unfair, Mrs. Whitehall!”

“Ah, it is my job to remain enigmatic so you will remain forever in love with me,” I said.

I meant it as a joke, Rita. But then he looked deep into my eyes and pulled my face toward him with his free hand.

“I will never love anyone else. You’re my girl. You always have been,” he said.

When Robert left the hospital I promised him I’d be brave. That I wouldn’t cry. And I didn’t...until he left. Then I cried a river.

For my mother.

For my husband.

For my little boy who now has the big-boy responsibility of being a big brother.

Things are slowly getting back to normal. Levi, my childhood friend who helped with the garden, has also turned out to be a help with Robbie. You should see how he’s transforming my yard. I told him what you said on how to treat the soil. He said you were wise and a good friend to have. He’s right.

And Mrs. Moldenhauer, that woman who dragged me to the 4-H what seems like ages ago, has been a great comfort as well (even though I make fun of her). I’ve employed her “roommate,” Marie, to nanny for me. Robert insisted. She’s much younger than Mrs. Moldenhauer. Nicer, too. She cares for me and fusses over us. She’s been cooking meals and bringing them over still piping hot from her own stove.

But I have to admit I’m also warming to Mrs. Moldenhauer herself. She’s written short stories featuring Robbie as the main character to keep him entertained. And she has this powder-white hair piled up on top of her head. I think she’s a liberal Democrat. And guess what? She’s also some sort of preacher! Keeps trying to get me to come to her church in Gloucester. But I steer clear of religion and politics.

I only wish Marie cooked better, but thankfully I’ll be up and around and off this stupid “REST” soon. Robbie misses my chicken soup. Keeps asking for it, the sweetheart. I’ve been making it with chicken feet lately. I really have. It tastes better, I think.

What about you? I took your last letter with me to the hospital and read it over and over.

When I close my eyes I can see your place. So open. Almost like the ocean.

With love (And peace soon?),

Glory

I'll Be Seeing You

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