I love how you hum when you're working something out — it's the soundtrack of my whole settled life.
Fresh today · Tuesday, 23 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.
Wishing you the small luxuries: warm socks, full battery, my undivided attention.
You're my best argument for the existence of luck.
I love you in indicative, subjunctive, and whatever tense covers always.
You make me want to be the version of myself you already pretend I am.
Wishing my wife a season of soft mornings and loud, ridiculous victories.
↑ pick one up
Browse by occasion
What are we writing today?
Cabinets sorted by occasion. Open one — pages are arranged by warmth, not algorithm.
- Anniversary
- Baby
- Belated
- Best
- Birthday
- Boy
- Boyfriend
- Christian
- Christmas
- Congratulation
- Diwali
- Easter
- Eid Mubarak
- Engagement
- Farewell
- Fathers Day
- Friendship
- Funny
- Get Well
- Girl
- Girlfriend
- Good Morning
- Good Night
- Graduation
- Hanukkah
- Heart Touching
- Holiday
- Invitation
- Job
- Love
- Miss You
- Mothers Day
- New Year
- Recovery
- Retirement
- Romantic
- Thank You
- Thanksgiving
- Wedding
- Well
- Women's Day
- Sympathy
- Valentine's Day
- Halloween
- Veterans Day
More from today
I love that we have an inside joke per appliance.
You are the warm bread of my life — daily, never boring, somehow always exactly enough.
Wife, you are my favorite long conversation. Happy wishes, and please, never finish the sentence.
Happy birthday to my husband — the man who has been quietly building our life one steady morning at a time.
Another year of you, and somehow you keep getting more like yourself, which is the best news I know.
I love you the way the porch light loves the people who come home late — patient, on, glad.
Wishing you a birthday with no email, no errands, and at least one nap you didn't plan.
You make adulthood look almost tolerable. Happy birthday, my favorite teammate.
Husband — I still pick you. I think I'd pick you in any version of this story.
Happy birthday to the man who knows where everything is and pretends he doesn't, so I feel useful.
I love your handwriting, your terrible singing, and the way you stand in doorways thinking.
Today is for cake, quiet, and that look you do when you're secretly pleased.
Happy birthday — you're the steadiest weather in my life, and I'd marry that forecast again.
You wear getting older the way you wear your old sweatshirts: comfortably, beautifully, unwilling to give them up.
I love how you remember small things about strangers. It's how I knew, early on.
Wishing my husband a year where his patience is finally rewarded — possibly by me, if I behave.
Happy birthday to the only man who can make me laugh in the middle of an argument I'm winning.
I love you in fluorescent light, in airport queues, in the boring middles of long Tuesdays.
You are the man my younger self was hoping for and forgot to specify.