Saturday Night.
Aug. 8, 1925.

My dearest Walter:

Bless your heart, your Tuesday’s letter was mighty nice, and I enjoyed every minute of it. It almost made me feel like I had been talking with you. It made me want so very very much to be with you. The cottage, the surf and everything sounded so good. Yes, I think a honeymoon there would be fine. My disposition is not so “high strung” that I would want more excitement. I prefer the quiet spots where I can be with you most. No matter where we spend – shall I say the “beginning” of our honey moon? – I know it will be ideal because we love one another so much. I am looking forward to going to the different places with you that you have mentioned. You describe them so well to me that I think I shall have an “at home” feeling when we arrive. I like the idea of the life long honeymoon. It is true that it can be made that way if each of us will resolve to make it so. I hereby resolve to try to do my part in making our married life one great, long happy honeymoon. No matter where we spend it, in a home of our own, here, there or everywhere. I hope and believe that we can keep that spirit. Of course we will have our problems, but I think we can work them out together, and, with love guiding us, can come out safely on the happy side. With our understanding of each other I can’t see why we should ever have a fuss. I believe that when difficulties arise we will both have patience and come to an understanding without any cross words. Sweetheart, I love you more than anyone else on earth, and I trust you in everything. In sincerely hope you trust me, and, if you do, I am going to try never to betray that trust. I believe you absolutely when you say you are true to me, and I hope you will believe me when I say that I am true to you. I haven’t had a date since you left except the one I had with Mr. Savage of which I wrote you. I wear the ring all the time except when I wash dishes. I don’t care anything for dates with others, and am looking forward with the greatest of pleasure to the time where I can have one eternal date with you.

August 8, 1925

I believe I failed to tell you that I have received two letters from Mr. Cavitt and two from Mr. McCreless (the young ministers I met in Kerrville). I have answered one of each, but haven’t decided yet whether I shall answer their last ones. If you don’t want me to, I will not. It was merely as a matter of friendship that I answered the others.

Claudelle and I went to a kitchen shower on the church roof last night given by the League, honoring Mr. and Mrs. J.B. Lee. They have just recently returned from their honeymoon and are starting to keeping house. We had lots of fun. The gifts were presented in a unique manner. One of the boys, dressed like a Mexican girl, suddenly appeared at the top of the fire escape with a big laundry basket and interrupted our games by calling “Madama, Madama Lee, aqui estan las ropas de Ud.” – “Mrs. Lee, here are your clothes.” The basket, of course, was filled with kitchen utensils. The bride and groom seem very happy but are not silly about it. They act just like they did before they were married.

I am glad the Florida climate agrees with you. I have gotten down to 119. However, I always lose weight in the summer. It is plenty warm here during the day, but the evenings are usually cool. I suppose it will continue being warm thru August and September.

It is getting late now, so goodnight and sweet dreams.

I love you now and will love you always.

Your
Ina.