Sometimes, I feel lucky to catch a glimpse of her, when she least expects it and doesn’t know I’m looking, and I’m reminded to appreciate the small things. Like walking by as she gets ready, I might pause in the doorway, and imagine it similar to the type of care that angels take when putting on their wings. Or the way she puts on her makeup, or the way she adjusts her halo, I’ll leave before she has a chance to see me. I’ll steal each and every one of these little moments, for as long as she lets me get away with them.