Fresh today · Monday, 27 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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Happy birthday. I would parent you again, every day of it, in the same order. Especially the hard parts. They made us close.

Birthday wishes for the daughter who made me realize that the best part of getting older is watching you do the same.

Happy birthday, sweetheart. The years I've had with you are the chapter I'd read again, slowly, every page.

Daughter — may this year hand you good news, kind people, and a stretch of soft mornings.

Happy birthday. You are deeply, deeply loved. Today the volume on that fact is just slightly louder than usual.

Wishing you a birthday as good as you have made my life. That's a high bar. May the day clear it.

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I miss you. The day was fine. The night is quieter than it should be.

Miss-you note. The coffee made itself. The bed feels too wide. Come home soon.

I miss you. Not in a dramatic way — in the everyday way. The way the room is wrong without you in it.

I miss you. The kettle is on. The chair is empty. You'd hate how quiet it is.

I miss you in the small ways — the way you'd be reaching for the remote right now, the way you'd laugh at this terrible show.

Thinking about you tonight. Hope wherever you are, the bed is good and the room is warm.

Miss-you note. The world keeps moving. I'm noticing the parts you'd find funny.

I miss you. The kind of missing that doesn't ask for a reply — just wants you to know.

I miss you. The conversation in my head with you is one of the better ones I've had all day.

I miss you. The little things first — the way you load the dishwasher wrong, the way you hum without realizing.

Miss-you wish. May the days apart go fast. May the night you come back be soon.

I miss you. The bed is the same bed. The bed is also colder than I remember it being.

Thinking of you tonight. The world is loud. You make my corner of it quieter.

I miss you in the way that doesn't fit a text message — but here's the text anyway.