“Mommy’s home!” my three-year-old son exclaimed. It was past his bedtime, but I didn’t mind. I had flown from Ohio to AOPA headquarters in Maryland and back the same day for some meetings and had made it home to hear about my son’s morning at preschool and tuck him in for the night.
Business meetings and bedtime routines
“Mommy’s home!” my three-year-old son exclaimed. It was past his bedtime, but I didn’t mind. I had flown from Ohio to AOPA headquarters in Maryland and back the same day…
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