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A real wishpage, generated by the same engine your order will use, built from a hand-curated set of facts about an imaginary recipient named June for her 60th birthday. This is what the recipient sees when they open your URL on their phone — same layout, same typography, same brand mark.

Milestone birthday

Sixty looks good on you, June.

Sixty doesn't really feel like sixty when it's you, does it. Maybe because you've spent so much of it making other people feel taken care of — second-graders, nieces, nephews, neighbours, anyone in the kitchen at Christmas. Today is the one where everyone gets to do the looking-after for once. We're not letting you cook a thing.

  • thirty-eight years of second-graders
  • the lasagna nobody else can make
  • a Volvo that refuses to die
  • a Maine cabin frozen in 1992
  • every Dolly Parton lyric, on demand
  • the secret $20 in the birthday card
Thirty-eight years of second graders. Thirty-five years of lasagna. A cabin in Maine that has somehow not changed since 1992 and a Volvo that has somehow not given up since 1998. The whole family knows every word of every Dolly Parton song now and we have you to blame for that. We also all secretly look forward to the $20 in the birthday card. The dignity of this is preserved nowhere in the family group chat. What we wanted to say — and what is harder to say with everyone talking over each other at the table — is that you've held more of us together than you probably know. The kiddos who are now adults still call you for advice about jobs and break-ups and which paint colour goes in a hallway. The Maine trips were where we learned to be bored in a good way. The lasagna recipe will live on, however badly we make it.

So today we're not asking you to bring anything. We're not asking you to organize anything. We're just glad you're sixty and still calling us kiddo and still winning at Catan. Long may that continue.

Happy birthday, kiddo.

— Your nieces and nephews

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