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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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August: thirty-one chances to remind you I love you.

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.

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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.