Family and friends post letters, photos, videos and voice notes to your child. We keep it safe, ready to hand over one day: a postbox of messages from the people who loved them first.
Two minutes to set up · download your postbox any timeYou arrived at ten past six this morning, and the whole family was awake by seven. You were wanted long before you were here.
Your first morning. You slept through absolutely all of it.You have your mom’s frown already. She used to give me that exact look. Welcome, I suppose.
Welcome, Riley! From all of us on the block. We watched your mom grow up on this street, and now there's you.
Your first Christmas. You won't remember a second of it, so here it is written down: the lights, the wrapping paper you liked more than the presents, everyone wanting a hold. You were the best thing under the tree.
Merry Christmas, Riley! Your first, and you were far more interested in the wrapping paper than anything inside it. Wise.
You wore the little reindeer suit for eleven minutes before objecting. A personal best.
Slept through the whole of Christmas dinner. Frankly the correct response to this family.
🎵 Happy birthday to you 🎵 Happy birthday to you 🎶 Happy birthday dear Riley 🎶 🎵 Happy birthday to you!
Happy birthday, Riley! One whole year, and you've already perfected the unimpressed look. Genuinely proud.
A year ago you fit in one arm. Today you threw cake at me with real accuracy. Time flies.
You took two steps toward the cake, then sat down to reconsider the whole thing. Very you.
Just two minutes to set up.
Drop it in the announcement. Family and friends post from there, and we remind everyone at birthdays and milestones.
Letters, photos, videos and voices, private and downloadable.
Hand the box over when you decide. Posts open oldest first.
A grandparent’s song. Your dad reading his letter out loud. Voice notes hold on to the people who loved them first, exactly as they sound.
One take, on a phone. Kept exactly as they sound.
Post something when the moment finds you. The first steps, the joke they told at four, the morning of big school. No schedule to keep, just the good bits, whenever they arrive.
You hand over the key, and they open the whole box, oldest first, one at a time. Here is a glimpse of that moment.
$79 when you open the box. One payment, no subscription, nothing to renew.
Download every post in one click, whenever you like: the letters, the photos, the voices. And if we ever shut our doors, we’d hand you the lot first. The posts are yours, not ours.