Dart sends this sweet and tender note after what he calls “the best Easter” of his life. He enclosed the program for the sunrise service they attended and then spends the remaining brief paragraphs trying to express what the weekend meant to him.

I ran out of words this evening to express my devotion to you, and I’m still groping for some. Can’t find any, yet I feel so deeply after our weekend that I just have to tell you some way that I love you. Since no single way can describe it, I must, and have, resorted to repetition of those three cherished little words. Even all the repetitions I’ve made to date don’t begin to describe it. All they do is assert that I do love you, and they carry no description  of how, or how much.

I think we’ve had every bit as much fun and “spiritual” togetherness this weekend, without those frighteningly passionate sessions, as we have had before with them. Maybe there’s a reason for us not having entered into many of those this week. After we have experienced them we find that they are not absolutely necessary for the life of our love.

Think of all the ways we have, in our own separate store, of expressing out love. Why, almost everything we do when we are together is some sort of expression for that deepest and tenderest of all emotions. And many are still beyond our reach.