Fresh today · Saturday, 25 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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Good morning. I hope today brings you back to me in the same good mood I'm sending you off in.

Wake up, my husband. The day is yours to shape. Or to survive. Either is fine.

Good morning to the man whose name in my phone still makes me smile. Twenty years in. Still working.

Morning, my love. The plan: get through the day, come home, do absolutely nothing together. Sound good?

Good morning, husband. The world is in motion. I hope your part of it moves at the pace you like.

Wake up, my love. May today's small surprises all be the good kind.

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Good morning. May the meetings be brief, the email be merciful, and the day end with you walking through the front door.

Morning, my husband. May the kettle, the cat, the dog, and the world all cooperate today.

Good morning, my love. The day's already easier knowing I get to come home to you tonight.

Wake up slowly. The first cup of coffee is for you. The first thought of the day was for you. The rest of the day, hopefully, also.

Morning, my love. The bed is warm. The day is yours. The night is ours.

Good morning to the man whose presence in my day makes the day better, even from the next room.

Wake up, my husband. The world is wide. The love is steady. The morning is open. Let's do it.

Good morning. May the small annoyances of the day land on someone else's plate for once.

Morning, my love. Whatever today brings, we handle it the way we always do — together, with coffee.

Good morning, husband. The kettle is on. The bread is in the toaster. The love is in the room.

Wake up, my love. May the day be kind to you in the small ways the big ones aren't always.

Good morning. The first message of the day is for you. The last one will be too. The ones in between, hopefully, also yours.

Morning, my husband. May the day end better than it started, and may both ends include me, even briefly.

Good morning, my love. The world is loud. You make my corner of it warmer. Same as every morning.

Wake up, husband. The coffee is hot. The love is hotter. The day is yours. Off you go.

Happy Thanksgiving. Today, we eat too much, talk too long, and pretend the football is interesting. Standard format.

Thanksgiving wishes. May the gravy reach the table, the cranberry sauce make a guest appearance, and the dog stay out of the trash. We can dream.

Happy Thanksgiving. The schedule: eat, nap, eat again, nap again, briefly socialize, nap a third time. We've trained for this.