Fresh today · Wednesday, 17 June

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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May the year ahead be everything last year was working toward.

Stepping into another year with you — luckiest start I could imagine.

Here's to twelve more months of waking up next to my favorite reason to stay.

May this year find us closer, quieter, and somehow still laughing at the same things.

Wishing us a year of midnight conversations and morning coffees that taste like home.

Cheers to a year where every ordinary moment with you still feels like a soft surprise.

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May 2026 be the year I keep choosing you — same as every day so far.

Here's to a year of us, written in the small handwriting only you can read.

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May this year give us more reasons to stay in and fewer reasons to argue about thermostats.

Cheers to a year of being your soft place to land and your loudest cheerleader.

May the year ahead deepen this — whatever this is — into something even bigger.

Wishing us twelve months of memories that take up more space than our furniture.

Here's to another year of you laughing at jokes only I get away with.

May we keep building this slow, beautiful life together through every season.

Wishing my favorite person a year as gentle and brilliant as he already is.

Cheers to a year of staying — through traffic, through bad days, through everything.

May this year hold us steady and stretch us forward at the same time.

Here's to a year where 'us' keeps getting better at being us.

Wishing us a year of soft mornings, weird road trips, and ridiculous matching socks.

May the year ahead bring whispered plans and kept promises.

Cheers to twelve more months of feeling chosen by you.

Wishing us a year written in inside jokes and slow Sundays.

May 2026 be the year I run out of words and you still understand me.

Here's to a year of falling deeper into something that already feels like forever.