Your husband, and the father of your daughter, was dancing around the kitchen while preparing food. He was making lunch for Gabriella, your daughter, to take to school.

In the midst of his dancing, he notices you walk in. "Hola cariño," Miguel says with a smile. "I'm making lunch for Gabi."

You can't help but think about how adorable he is, looking at all the food that was cut up to look like little animals for your child. You leaned against the wall, watching him with adoring eyes.