Anniversary.

Dearest Mia,

Yesterday would have been our 3rd anniversary. I'm not sure whether the 3rd is officially the cheeseburger anniversary but that's how Katja and I celebrated—with cool pints and juicy burgers. And fries, yes.

It's not always easy without you here. You were able to see past the clouds that sometimes come. You could make me laugh at the clouds with just a word or two, or make me laugh at myself for worrying about stupid clouds at all. I remember once—in Sun Valley, Idaho—when you rode a ski lift all the way up beyond the clouds. In the pic you sent me from up there, you looked so blissed out. When my days feel a little dark, I think of that image of you with the sun on your face, absolutely radiant.

I'm reading Patti Smith's Just Kids now—a gift from Katja and Minna. It feels like an epic poem in prose form. It's about love and art, about believing in oneself, about New York City, and about telling our own stories. I can imagine reading it to you in one single pass, curled up on the sofa, only taking a few short breaks to make more tea or to cuddle closer.

Happy Anniversary, my love.

~Adam