Two years in, and the world has already learned to rearrange around your preferences.
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.
May your tantrums shrink and your hugs grow taller through every season ahead.
Happy birthday to a person whose laugh sounds like a kettle of small bells.
Two is the year of running everywhere — may every landing be soft and well-photographed.
May you keep dancing in grocery aisles long after the rest of us forget how.
Happy birthday, little linguist — your sentences are still building their roofs.
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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
Two candles, two cheeks, two tiny shoes that refuse to stay tied.
May this year hold long naps for the grown-ups and short ones for you, naturally.
Happy birthday to a child whose favorite word changes weekly and is always loud.
Two years of being adored — and the rest of us are only catching up.
May you stay this curious, this fearless, this delighted by spoons, for a long while yet.
One year of small fingers wrapped around larger ones — happy first birthday, sweet girl.
You arrived a year ago, and the household has not stopped rearranging itself for you.
Happy first, little wonder — your parents will pretend they're not also crying.
May year two bring steadier steps and softer landings between the couch and the rug.
One candle, one cheek-full of frosting, one photograph nobody will ever delete.
You learned to clap this year, and the world deserved every round of applause.
Happy birthday to the smallest person with the loudest opinions about pureed peas.
May this year teach you words, but not so many that the babbling disappears entirely.
One year old — the household's official sun, around which everything quietly orbits.
You napped, you crawled, you mastered the eyebrow raise. A full and excellent year.
May your first cake taste sweeter than the photos suggest, which is saying something.
Happy birthday, tiny diplomat — even the dog negotiates on your terms now.
One year of giggles that arrive from nowhere and rearrange the whole afternoon.
May year two hold more puddles, more bubbles, and more long, unhurried strolls.