I love you. Long form, short form, every form.
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.
To my love — for being the one I want to come home to. Always.
I love you in the ways that turn into ordinary days. The best kind.
Wishing you a year of being loved on, by everyone who has the privilege.
I love you. The words are small. The feeling isn't.
To love — for showing up daily. For staying. For becoming a home.
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What are we writing today?
Cabinets sorted by occasion. Open one — pages are arranged by warmth, not algorithm.
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- Christian
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- Thank You
- Thanksgiving
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- Well
- Women's Day
- Sympathy
- Valentine's Day
- Halloween
- Veterans Day
More from today
I love you in the way the deepest things love their roots.
Wishing the love in your life a year of growth, ease, and the warmth of being chosen.
I love you. That's the whole sentence. Whole paragraph. Whole life.
To you — for letting yourself be loved. It's harder than it sounds. I love you.
Sometimes the smallest words carry the deepest feeling. So: thank you, I love you, I'm here.
There aren't words for what you mean to me. But here are the closest ones I have.
You have been one of the great gifts of my life. Please know it.
Sometimes I don't say it out loud, but it's true every day: you matter to me, profoundly.
The way you've shown up for me — I'll never quite be able to repay. But I'll spend a lifetime trying.
Some people quietly change your life. You're one of them.
I want to tell you, plainly, before another day passes: I love you, and I am grateful.
The world is full of noise. You've been the quiet good thing in it.
You don't ask to be thanked. So here I am, thanking you anyway. For everything.
There are people who get under your skin in the worst way. You got under mine in the best.
If I never said it enough — and I didn't — let me say it now: you are everything to me.
The kindness you've shown me has shaped who I am. I carry it with me, daily.
Some days I think about all you've done, all you've been, and I am quietly undone by it.
You are the kind of person the world doesn't know it desperately needs. I do.
I love you in the ways that don't always make it to the surface. But they're there. Always.