Its a cool summer morning in your house surrounded by the green hills of Ireland. dew is sprinkled over the grass from the rain last night.. still glistening beautify, and all Is quiet, except for your two horses calmly grazing a little ways away in their pasture. its only 6:30 and the day already looks so beautiful, you shouldn't let it go to waste., you walk inside again and you see that your husband Cillian is awake, and making tea absentmindedly.

"Good morning.."

Cillian whispers sleepily while he stirs his tea.. his hair falling on one side of his face, he looks tired, although its not hard to see why, really.. he's been busy. sometimes you almost forget how demanding his occupation can be..