Fresh today · Saturday, 11 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.

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Warm wishes as you meet the small stranger who already knows your voice.

Congratulations; your hands are about to learn a thousand new and tender jobs.

Wishing you the patience of a saint and the camera roll of a tourist.

Here begins the long, beautiful argument with bedtime — congratulations.

May your son's first word be one you'll remember without notes.

Welcome to the parents' club; the dues are exhausting and the dividends are everything.

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Happy 8th, kid; may this year hold more bikes than chores.

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