After a week in our nation's capital which was cold, cold, cold, an awfully delayed flight, which left him on a stiff airport seat for over ten hours, followed by a six hour tuuuuuuurbulent flight, Mr. Urban walked through the door this morning and sat to breakfast with us girls as though he was just upstairs.
He is one of those people that can wear a dress shirt on a long flight, work throughout the flight, and walk out the other end fresh and ready to attend a meeting or a breakfast with two girls that grow shy with distance, and he needs to dine and charm them back to their normal cheeky selves.
But inevitably a warm shower, a toasty home, smell of pine and twinkle lights, steamy vanilla milk, and the sweet sound of a two year old loving you to pieces is bound to make you fall asleep and dream sweet dreams (at least until the said two year old pokes you and talks into your ear "Open your eyes, daddy. Let's play some more! ".
He is one of those people that can wear a dress shirt on a long flight, work throughout the flight, and walk out the other end fresh and ready to attend a meeting or a breakfast with two girls that grow shy with distance, and he needs to dine and charm them back to their normal cheeky selves.
But inevitably a warm shower, a toasty home, smell of pine and twinkle lights, steamy vanilla milk, and the sweet sound of a two year old loving you to pieces is bound to make you fall asleep and dream sweet dreams (at least until the said two year old pokes you and talks into your ear "Open your eyes, daddy. Let's play some more! ".
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