Happy Anniversary!

Yes dear. I'm sorry. It's my fault. Those seven words have had a lot of practice — and I still mean every one of them. The real ones are simpler: I'd choose you again. This year, next year, the year after the next silly argument and the chocolate-box truce that follows it. I hope this anniversary feels as easy as coming home to you, and as sure as that grin when you already know I was going to say it.

With love (and a tiny pale-blue flag),

seven words.

one happy marriage.

(yes dear. i'm sorry. it's my fault.)

Motion card · Wedding anniversary

Seven Words Wedding Anniversary Card

A wedding anniversary card where a sheepish spouse waves a tiny flag and offers chocolates, hearts floating, as a truce for seven words.

$4.99 everything includedMusic & voice · Now or on a date · Email or text

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Their name
It goes on the front, can start the inside, and addresses the envelope.
Start the inside with “Dear …,”
GreetingMessage — it fits itself to the pageYes dear. I'm sorry. It's my fault. Those seven words have had a lot of practice — and I still mean every one of them. The real ones are simpler: I'd choose you again. This year, next year, the year after the next silly argument and the chocolate-box truce that follows it. I hope this anniversary feels as easy as coming home to you, and as sure as that grin when you already know I was going to say it.
Fits beautifully
Writing style
Ink
Sign-offFrom — your name, as they know you
Their envelope says who it's from.
Also print my name under the sign-off
Background music
Voice message
Say it in your own voice — up to 60 seconds, played when they open the card.
Your card moves to Your cards so the recording stays with it.
How should it arrive?
Their emailWhen?
On the envelope
The words round its postmark — leave it empty for none.
To
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From
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Arrives
As soon as you pay
Price
$4.99 once — no subscription
- Add your name under “From”
- Add the email address the card should go to
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Happy Anniversary!

Yes dear. I'm sorry. It's my fault. Those seven words have had a lot of practice — and I still mean every one of them. The real ones are simpler: I'd choose you again. This year, next year, the year after the next silly argument and the chocolate-box truce that follows it. I hope this anniversary feels as easy as coming home to you, and as sure as that grin when you already know I was going to say it.