Fresh today Β· Friday, 3 July

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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Sleep softly β€” I'd kiss your forehead if the world ran on shorter distances.

May the night be a quiet hallway between us, lit just enough to find each other tomorrow.

Goodnight β€” I miss you with the kind of patience that didn't exist before you.

Sleep tight β€” the bed is bigger without you in it, and I'm noticing.

May tonight be the soft pause between two days where I get to choose you again.

Goodnight β€” you are the last good thought I let in before the lights go off.

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Sleep well β€” I'm proud of you in a way that doesn't need an occasion.

May your night be uneventful in the way that lets your face soften by morning.

Goodnight β€” may the moon, which has seen everything, watch over you with extra care tonight.

Sleep deeply β€” I'm not far; I'm just on the other side of dawn, waiting.

Goodnight, my favorite β€” every quiet thing in this room is faintly about you.

May tonight be a short story with a happy, hand-in-hand ending we'll continue tomorrow.

Sleep well β€” I'm yours in the dark, just as much as I am in the light.

Goodnight β€” if you wake up wondering if I'm thinking of you, I am.

May your sleep be deep, your dreams gentle, your morning impatient to find me.

Goodnight, love β€” I'd walk you home through every hour if I could.

Sleep softly β€” I'm somewhere in the quiet, doing the same.

Goodnight β€” the day is over, but the loving you is, frankly, ongoing.

May tonight end with my name softly in your head, and tomorrow begin with mine in yours.

My love, another year of you is another year I get to learn what tenderness actually looks like up close.

Happy birthday to the woman whose laugh rearranges my whole week β€” may today be loud with it.

I used to think birthdays were ordinary until yours became the one I count down to like a holiday.

Twelve months ago I promised to love you better, and somehow you made that easy β€” happy birthday.

You wear your years the way good linen wears creases β€” softer, more lived-in, more itself.

If joy had a postal address, today it would be wherever you happen to be standing β€” happy birthday, my girl.