Fresh today · Saturday, 4 July

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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Wishes in the library
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She wishes he'd plan one thing — not the trip, just the Thursday — entirely on his own.

She wishes he'd watch her show once without checking sports scores in the second act.

She wishes he'd ask how the meeting went before the meeting becomes ancient history.

She wishes he'd hold her hand in line, the boring lines, the post-office lines especially.

Two years of dimpled knees, dropped peas, and a vocabulary growing braver every week.

Happy second, little wonder — the world is more colorful since you joined it.

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May year two arrive with steadier steps and a stockpile of new favorite snacks.

Two candles, one strong opinion about cake — clearly you are exactly where you should be.

You sing songs that are mostly vowels, and they're the best songs anyone has heard.

Happy birthday to a tiny scientist with a clipboard made entirely of crayon.

May this year teach you new words, all of which you will use at top volume.

Two is the year of magnificent yeses and equally magnificent, ground-shaking nos.

You've negotiated bedtime, snacks, and shoe choices — small diplomat, happy birthday.

May the candles be small, the cake be enormous, and the photos be slightly blurry.

Two years old and already a connoisseur of stickers, stairs, and steady applause.

You point at the moon like you remember placing it there. Happy second birthday.

May this year bring more puddles than warnings and more songs than scolding.

Happy birthday to the keeper of the loudest laugh in any room you wander into.

Two candles flicker — somewhere your parents are already photographing the frosting.

May you keep collecting rocks, leaves, and the heart of every passing stranger.

You can finally say your own name, mostly, and it sounds like a small spell.

Happy birthday, brave explorer of cabinets, couch cushions, and the dog's patient ears.

May year two be full of bubbles, bare feet, and unhurried afternoons in the sun.

You bring snacks to your stuffed animals — your generosity is already legendary.