Wishing you a twelfth year with more wins than losses and good people in the dugout.
Fresh today · Friday, 10 July
New Wishes
A handful of wishes pulled from the cabinet this morning. Pick one up — copy, save it to your pinboard, or send it on.
Happy 12th — may your screen-time arguments be brief and your bike rides long.
Twelve — the age when your laugh finally sounds like your own.
Happy birthday — here's to the kid you are and the teenager already loading.
Wishing you a year where boredom is rare and the books are interesting.
Happy 12th — may every Friday feel like a small holiday.
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Cabinets sorted by occasion. Open one — pages are arranged by warmth, not algorithm.
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More from today
Twelve is brave territory — wishing you a year of small bold moments.
Happy birthday — the candles are for show; the cake is for negotiating.
Twelve — old enough to set the table, young enough to forget the forks.
Wishing you a year that respects your opinions and tests them gently.
Happy 12th — may the playlists be yours and the homework merciful.
Twelve looks like the start of becoming yourself — happy birthday, kid.
Seven months in, and somehow he's already half of who he'll be — almost.
Happy 7 months, little man — sitting up, charming everyone, plotting his next nap.
Seven months — when peekaboo gets serious and so does the laundry.
Halfway to one, the boy is no longer a loaf — he's a creature with opinions.
Happy 7 months — the baby with the loudest giggle in the room.
Seven months of him, and a lifetime of him still to come — what a deal.
Wishing the seven-month boy more discoveries and slightly fewer 5 a.m. wakeups.
Seven months in: he's grown out of two wardrobes and into your whole heart.
Happy 7 months — the era of solid food disasters and very, very gummy smiles.
Seven months — old enough to recognise you, young enough to nap on you.
He's been here seven months and somehow yesterday all at once.
Happy 7 months, sweet boy — your laugh is already legendary.
Seven months of milestones nobody but his parents would notice — and that's perfect.