Fresh today Β· Tuesday, 30 June

New Wishes

A handful of wishes pulled from the cabinet this morning. Pick one up β€” copy, save it to your pinboard, or send it on.

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Wishing my granddaughter the magic of believing in miracles, eight nights running.

Chag Urim Sameach, my love β€” may you carry this Hanukkah's joy into adulthood and back to your own granddaughter someday.

To my granddaughter β€” may you spin the dreidel and feel, for one moment, every Jewish child who ever did the same.

Wishing my sweet granddaughter a Festival of Lights warm enough to last all winter.

Chag Sameach, dear one β€” may you grow tall, kind, and proud of every tradition we've handed you.

To my granddaughter β€” may the songs of Hanukkah live in your mouth long after my voice has stopped singing them.

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You make ordinary Tuesdays feel like something worth saving β€” imagine what I think of your birthday.

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