Edith Bolling Wilson to Woodrow Wilson
Title
Edith Bolling Wilson to Woodrow Wilson
Creator
Wilson, Edith Bolling Galt, 1872-1961
Identifier
WWP14897
Date
1915 September 12
Description
Test Summary
Source
Edith Bolling Wilson Collection, Library of Congress, Washington, District of Columbia
Language
English
Text
Sunday,
930 a.m.
Dearest -
I was up two hours ago and wrote you a hasty little note to tell you that -“all's well with the World”, but I have just read it over and did not like it, so tore it up and can now give even a better account of myself- The enclosed note from Mr. Wilson explains itself and why I can take another blessed half hour to talk to you.I can honestly say Sweetheart, all the kinks have got straight- and I had a much better night- do you know why? Well, it was because you love me - and made me feel it in the sweetest, tenderest way - Bless your heart you will leave no room for doubts or fears when I can always be with you - for before they get hold of me, as they do now, I can go and put my arms 'round you and tell you of them - and you will shield and protect me from them - and bring me back to happy belief in my self again -And the blessed assurance that I have your love- perfect, complete-
Last night was a happiness, and I am only sorry so many of the precious minutes together had to be spent in chasing shadows. Sometimes I can run faster than they can catch me - but other days (as yesterday) I can not out distance them until I have your dear hand to steady and guide me- Then I am safe - Nothing can really hurt. I suppose you will go to church this morning, and I will go with you in spirit - while my outward, material self sits here at my desk- sending out checks etc- to clear up things that have gone over since the summer - Mother Randolph & Bertha will come to lunch with me- and perhaps later I will go for a ride —Just here your note has come and as the messenger is waiting I cannot really answer it -I can never do that except with my lips on yours - and my heart beating against your breast. But — oh Dearest I can't find the words that I want - and so I leave the page white and pure- as the best answer - for you will fill it with your own beautiful thoughts - and read my heart and find there the adoration- the trust - the love of my life -All the rest must wait until I am in your arms again
Your own —
Proudly Your own,
Edith
930 a.m.
Dearest -
I was up two hours ago and wrote you a hasty little note to tell you that -“all's well with the World”, but I have just read it over and did not like it, so tore it up and can now give even a better account of myself- The enclosed note from Mr. Wilson explains itself and why I can take another blessed half hour to talk to you.I can honestly say Sweetheart, all the kinks have got straight- and I had a much better night- do you know why? Well, it was because you love me - and made me feel it in the sweetest, tenderest way - Bless your heart you will leave no room for doubts or fears when I can always be with you - for before they get hold of me, as they do now, I can go and put my arms 'round you and tell you of them - and you will shield and protect me from them - and bring me back to happy belief in my self again -And the blessed assurance that I have your love- perfect, complete-
Last night was a happiness, and I am only sorry so many of the precious minutes together had to be spent in chasing shadows. Sometimes I can run faster than they can catch me - but other days (as yesterday) I can not out distance them until I have your dear hand to steady and guide me- Then I am safe - Nothing can really hurt. I suppose you will go to church this morning, and I will go with you in spirit - while my outward, material self sits here at my desk- sending out checks etc- to clear up things that have gone over since the summer - Mother Randolph & Bertha will come to lunch with me- and perhaps later I will go for a ride —Just here your note has come and as the messenger is waiting I cannot really answer it -I can never do that except with my lips on yours - and my heart beating against your breast. But — oh Dearest I can't find the words that I want - and so I leave the page white and pure- as the best answer - for you will fill it with your own beautiful thoughts - and read my heart and find there the adoration- the trust - the love of my life -All the rest must wait until I am in your arms again
Your own —
Proudly Your own,
Edith
Original Format
Letter
To
Wilson, Woodrow, 1856-1924
Files
Collection
Citation
Wilson, Edith Bolling Galt, 1872-1961, “Edith Bolling Wilson to Woodrow Wilson,” 1915 September 12, WWP14897, Edith Bolling Wilson Letters, Woodrow Wilson Presidential Library & Museum, Staunton, Virginia.