Moments With

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A gift of memories from the people who love them.

Friends and family each share real moments. The person you love gets a few a day, illustrated, for weeks.

Watch a gift open

Most people never hear how much they've changed the lives around them.

This is how they find out.

Real memories, not platitudes.

Everyone gets help telling a real story: where they were, what happened, and what it changed for them. It’s never just “you’re the best.”

See it, then hear it.

Every memory is illustrated, so they can step back into the scene. Many contributors also add a recording, so they hear what the moment meant in the person’s own voice.

A few a day, so it sinks in.

New moments arrive at random each day for weeks. They have time to take in each one, reach out to the person who wrote it, and start to see what everyone sees in them.

I built this for my wife. Dozens of people carried memories of her that she’d never heard: what she’d done for them and how their lives have changed as a result. I wanted her to hear about these moments.

Almost everyone who was asked wrote one. Halfway through the first night, she put the phone down: “My heart is so full, I’m bursting.”

Drawn portrait of Eric Page

— Eric Page

[Quote from someone who wrote a moment, with their name]
[Quote from someone who wrote a moment, with their name]

How it works

  1. 1

    Set it up and invite people.

    Tell us who it’s for, then email the people who love them.

  2. 2

    Everyone shares real moments.

    Each person writes specific memories, and we help them get past “you’re the best.” Every moment gets illustrated, and they can record it in their own voice.

  3. 3

    The person you love finds out, a few moments a day.

    For weeks, new moments arrive from the people in their life, until they finally know what they mean to all of you.

For a birthday, a wedding, a holiday, or no reason at all.

What a moment looks like

Illustration of a young girl beating a guest to his chair in a family living room

A fond memory

Parviz Mostafavi wants to say something

My earliest memory of you goes back 37 years when you were 12. I had just started courting Shabnam and would come to your house to visit. If you remember, those first meetings were quite formal. You were already so smart, with that mischievous spark. You’d noticed I always chose the same seat, and one day decided to do something about it. You cleverly blocked my way and beat me to that chair yourself. After all these years, you’re still the same Shirin to me, Smart and yes, mischievous. I hope you stay that way always.

— Parviz Mostafavi

Illustration of a woman wrapped in a blue sleeping bag at a mountain campsite, friends laughing

A fond memory

We were backpacking in the Sierra Nevada‘s with a bunch of our dear friends. It rained on us and then started to hail. We finally got back to the campsite and the sun came out. We laid out our wet clothes to dry and as the Sun was setting, You wrapped yourself in a blue sleeping bag and pretended to be some kind of large bug or alien creature that wanted to be friends with us. It was hilarious and we were all laughing so hard that we cried.

— Seth Miller

Illustration of two women biking at night in the high beams of an SUV

She made me laugh

Remember Tupelo? Robin and I decided to bike there for girls’ night with zero preparation for the very minor detail that it gets pitch black at night. Cut to a few cocktails later, and we had to bike home. You were literally our lighthouse, driving behind us in the SUV with the high beams on while the two of us pedaled for our lives in front of your headlights laughing our faces off. We laughed so hard the whole way home that by the time I made it to my driveway, I couldn’t even stand up—I just lay flat in the middle of the pavement. I honestly haven’t laughed that hard in ages.

— Hoda Eydgahi

Let them finally know what they mean to you.

And you get to watch it land, every day.