The promise of being able to meet Mr. Urban for mid-day meals and rendezvous, was on the top of my list of reasons to move from Vancouver to Silicon Valley some 12 years ago...
|Pear and Prosciutto Salad|
The only thing is that over the years, it has been hard to make mid-day rendezvous happen with any kind of regularity. I won't go into details as to who's at fault, but let's just say that I am always up for making mid-day gourmet rendezvous a priority in our marriage.
When he does manage to keep our lunch date in his calendar, Mr. Urban is especially charming. Picks amazing places to meet at. Has an abundance of funny, touching, interesting stories to recount. And manages to steal my heart every time.
|The Giggles; We are laughing way to hard for a quaint French restaurant!|
At some point during our meals, the conversation always steers to making a move to somewhere in the middle of nowhere so we can freely meetup at midday for a long meal together... of course it has to be a "nowhere" with fine dining and gourmet finds.... but just as I become hopeful, I see that look in Mr. Urban's striking eyes, stealing side way, downward glances at his phone, strategically situated to the right of his glass and mentally drafting replies to the incoming emails. He loves his gigs and I know that we'll never make the move to nowhere, but its always fun to daydream....
I love these moments in our life together.