February 21, 1927

My darling,

It was a lonesome Sunday without you, after that week end with you. I have felt somewhat ashamed since last week, for keeping you up so late when you were so uncomfortable because of the pain. If I didn't know that I would have had a hard time getting you to bed, I would feel worse. We were all of us glad to hear that the lumbago was leaving you. I hope that the good report still continues. You must take care of yourself, dear, for me. You will, won't you?

One of the men at the Interurban station was killed Thurs. night and we went to the funeral this afternoon. Then to church this evening with Allen's (our old neighbors). I saw lots of girls at church on both occasions, but none can compare with you. You should hear us around here now.  When something is mentioned, our first question is, "Do you think Dottie will like it?" And we mean it. I know that I want you to be satisfied, contented, and happier if possible, with me here, than you ever have been before. And it seems that my folks are just as anxious that our life, and our surroundings here shall be as you want them.

Did you enjoy my report of the reception I got Mon. afternoon at the office? I stood a bit of ragging, I can tell you.  But that's the sort of thing that pleases a fellow's vanity.. To know that everyone else knows he cares, and that someone cares for him. I have not been busy this week; the firm has plenty of business, but a great deal of it cannot be handled by a "cub". I go along and get acquainted with such cases as I can, so that I can at best listen intelligently when the men talk about them.

The weatherman seems to pick Sundays for his snowstorms. We have had snow since last night. There has not been much of it, but there have been high winds which cause a lot of drifting, and of course the drifts are in the most inconvenient places (that is, where shovelling must be done.)

I shall write Ira Spenney early this week in line with your suggestion. If he sends the rings soon, or early in the week, it might be an inspiration to hold them until I see them.  So if you are able to choose, I'd suggest sending the other right back, and my check can go to him then right away. I know that you want me to see them, dear, but after all it is to be your choice.

I have looked at Ky. law, and I rather think that we'll have to claim residence there to get a license. Perhaps Ross can set us right as to that if we ask him. I should really go to the statutes themselves to make sense, and I'll do it the first time I get over to the Supreme Court library.

Mother talked to Homer and Ann on the phone yesterday. Homer asked about you again.  Is there something you're keeping from me?

I don't care. I love you too much to worry. And I believe you care for me like that. Sweetheart, it's a long time til April, but you're worth waiting for longer than that. It's bedtime and again I climb to my room to spend the night alone. Not many more times will I have to do that. One day, and every day after that, I'll mount the stairs with my arm about your waist,  or quietly sneak up to find you tucked between the covers waiting for me.

And though I hate to get up in the morning now, I know I'll hate it more when I have you. Still I'll always remember that just as surely as day follows night, so does night follow day, and I'll be with my sweetheart again after a few hours.

I can't tell you how I love you; I'll just have to show you for 50 years, and then ask you if I've proved it.

Andy