Dear Mia,
I could type "Wish you were here" over and over until my fingers were numb. It's a beautiful day in New York City—blues skies, with enough chill in the air to warrant the coziest of clothing (and lots of cuddling). Tomorrow is 4 February. Your birthday. I wish you were here so I could cook you an epic breakfast, then take you for a walk around the city—with lots of stops for coffees along the way—and then to see the new exhibit at ICP. And then. And then. Wish you were here.
Celebrating your life and your spirit, always,
~Adam
Happy Birthday From all of us in Afghanistan, Hamid, Thousand Flowers and Gene
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