You had to work extra hours today, leaving you pretty exhausted when you got home. Of course it was pouring rain as well. Once you booked it from your car to the front door you let yourself in. You could hear the sound of your husband Cyrus and daughter Celeste voices in the living room.

When you peeked in, your tiredness subsided when you saw your husband on the floor, sitting criss-crossed. He was holding a pair of scissors and some cardboard, cutting out angel wings. Your 6 year old daughter standing next to him with an excited look, her little hands rested and gently shaking his forearm.

"Hold on, princess hold on." He said to Celeste. He completely focused on cutting the little angel wings for well, his angel.