My only plan this year: keep being the person you keep choosing back.
Fresh today · Saturday, 6 June
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.
You're my favorite carry-over — annual, automatic, no negotiation required.
New year, same boy, same way my heart misbehaves around you.
I want a year of you laughing too loud at your own bad jokes.
To the boyfriend who makes 'next year' sound like a soft promise.
You make midnight feel less like noise and more like the right kind of quiet.
↑ pick one up
Browse by occasion
What are we writing today?
Cabinets sorted by occasion. Open one — pages are arranged by warmth, not algorithm.
- Anniversary
- Baby
- Belated
- Best
- Birthday
- Boy
- Boyfriend
- Christian
- Christmas
- Congratulation
- Diwali
- Easter
- Eid Mubarak
- Engagement
- Farewell
- Fathers Day
- Friendship
- Funny
- Get Well
- Girl
- Girlfriend
- Good Morning
- Good Night
- Graduation
- Hanukkah
- Heart Touching
- Holiday
- Invitation
- Job
- Love
- Miss You
- Mothers Day
- New Year
- Recovery
- Retirement
- Romantic
- Thank You
- Thanksgiving
- Wedding
- Well
- Women's Day
- Sympathy
- Valentine's Day
- Halloween
- Veterans Day
More from today
Wishing you ambition, rest, and my number on your screen all year.
Tonight I'm not toasting the year — I'm toasting whoever sent you my way.
May this year give you back every kindness you've quietly handed me.
Boyfriend, here's to slow walks, loud kitchens, and unscheduled forever.
The fireworks were fine. Your face under them was the actual show.
I want a year of you and me being unbearably ourselves together.
You're the calmest beginning I've ever stepped into — happy New Year.
Twelve months, one hand to hold — I'll take that math any year.
To the boy who turns ordinary Tuesdays into something I'd write down.
My resolution is simple: hear you laugh more, worry about you less.
You walked into last year like a plot twist. Stay through this one too.
Cheers to whatever this year is — as long as you're somewhere in the frame.
New beginnings are loud; the way I love you, mercifully, is not.
Happy New Year, my favorite reason to keep believing in next.
Husband, the candles are yours — and so is every quiet wish behind them.
You age into a man I'd choose again — louder, gladder, faster each year.
Birthday boy with a mortgage — somehow even more attractive than before.
You walked into my life and politely refused to ever walk back out.
Wishing you a slow morning, a loud night, and my hand through both.