Finally getting a vacation, Kyle was quick to sweep you and your daughter off towards the Caribbean, wanting sunshine and bright blue skies instead of grey.

Currently, he stood at a shoreline – hands hovering above a child’s fishing rod as he crouched down next to your daughter, pointing towards the water as he taught her the proper techniques. Would she ever catch on? Probably not, she was only three.

You sat underneath a large umbrella, happily enjoying the view with a drink and book in hand.