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Poem for Saturday and Anniversary Card


Holidays
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The holiest of all holidays are those
    Kept by ourselves in silence and apart;
    The secret anniversaries of the heart,
    When the full river of feeling overflows;—
The happy days unclouded to their close;
    The sudden joys that out of darkness start
    As flames from ashes; swift desires that dart
    Like swallows singing down each wind that blows!
White as the gleam of a receding sail,
    White as a cloud that floats and fades in air,
    White as the whitest lily on a stream,
These tender memories are;— a Fairy Tale
    Of some enchanted land we know not where,
    But lovely as a landscape in a dream.

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I had a very nice, very busy Friday! In the morning while Maddy got herself acclimated to east coast time, I finished a review of Voyager's "Before and After" and took care of some chores. Then I went shopping with her at the mall where she is in the process of applying for jobs -- if anyone knows of any retail openings in the Bethesda/Rockville area, please let us know -- and bought some glamorous Forever 21 jewelry plus things at the Bath & Body Works sale.

Since it was Paul's and my anniversary, we had a celebratory dinner with my parents. Adam's high school friends Maddy and Robert were heading downtown to an event at the Air & Space Museum and invited our Maddy to go with them, to which she agreed although she had never met them before. So we all had cake together when the friends came to pick her up, then they went downtown and we came home and watched some Bones! My card from Paul:



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