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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Wishes in the library
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A son arrives, and suddenly the calendar starts over.

Wishing the new boy soft blankets, slow mornings, and a long, loud life ahead.

He came small and quiet and changed everything anyway.

Welcome to the loudest, most loving family meeting he'll ever attend.

A newborn boy is a future running in slow motion — savor the buffering.

May his first cries be brief and his first laugh come quickly.

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