o daughter, where art thou?

Had a single week of father’s leave, was then forced to make an abrupt return to the rat race. I was dragged to UK on Sealed Air business last Sunday, got back Saturday morning. You better believe that week felt loooooooong…

Thus, no new pics of baby Scarlett, whom I miss so terribly I ache from spine to soul. Worse yet, she is still stuck in the muck in Tallinn, waiting for her first passport and permission to travel. I hope to see her incoming weekend. *Sigh*. She will have tripled in age since I last saw her tiny nose, toes, fingers and puffy cheeks.

Dad’s hurting, Scarlett, and far more than you can ever imagine. If I could hug you now, I would never let go.

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