August: thirty-one chances to remind you I love you.
Fresh today · Thursday, 29 October
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.
Here's to a month of saying yes to slow things.
Happy August, my love — may we be lazy in all the best ways.
New month, fresh notebook, same favorite story.
May August bring small joys and even smaller arguments.
Happy new month — I'm so grateful you're in it.
↑ 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
August, please bring breeze, peaches, and a lot of evenings on the porch.
Welcome, August — please be the kind, blue-skied version.
Happy new month, love — let's grow softer this August.
Here's to thirty-one more days of being absurdly lucky to love you.
Fifty years in, and you still get the bigger half of the toast.
Half a century of you — and somehow it's still not enough.
We've watched the world change and stubbornly stayed the same to each other.
Fifty years, one stubborn love, zero regrets.
Happy fiftieth, my dear — you've been the best long sentence of my life.
Five decades of you choosing me, even on the days I was hard to choose.
We've outlasted fashions, presidents, and a few bad sofas. I love you.
Fifty years, and I still reach for your hand without thinking.
You're my golden chapter, and somehow still the freshest page.
Half a century later, your laugh still rearranges my whole day.
We've grown old in the same direction — that's the trick, I think.
Fifty years of you humming in the kitchen — my favorite soundtrack.
I'd do it all again, slower, just to taste the years twice.
Happy fiftieth, my love — you've been worth every single morning.
We've learned each other by heart, and the lesson never gets old.