Author's Note: Oh, God. I'm softer than marshmallows now.
Day One-Hundred Seventy-Two: Angel by Scarlett Cherry
His mom had died when he was around nine. Ever since he was nine, his father had to work overtime to compensate for him not having a mother. And his father was a great father, but he always missed his mother.
Still, his dad always told him that he had a guardian angel looking over him; his mom. She was there. She was his favorite star in the sky at night. Her light was always shining down on him.
That was how he remembered her the most. The endless supply of stories his dad had about his mom were there, too, but he always remembered that one bright star that he loved the most and knew as his mom.
His mom was always looking out for him. All her stories gave him happiness. Even though she wasn't there, physically, for him, she would always be there for him. He knew that. He loved that. He loved her, even if he felt like he never got the chance to really know her. All her stories and all her memories just brought him joy.
She'd always be his angel.
He knew he'd never felt so strongly about someone before.
It occurred to him for the first time that maybe, as an angel, his mother could precipitate worldly things. Sometimes, he wondered if she ruined all his previous relationships so he could find Spencer, especially at such a dark time.
He had just been depressed recently. He wasn't sure why. He started drinking. He was just sad often. He wouldn't classify himself as an alcoholic, but he drank more than the average person. And then she came one night and saved him from drinking himself into a stupor.
She was everything he never thought he needed, everything he wanted, and then more. Sometimes, he had to pinch himself to make sure that he wasn't dreaming.
And then there were times that he truly did think he was dreaming. He only had a few very crisp, clear memories of his mom, but one of them included her cooking breakfast and singing to herself quietly.
He was almost fondly haunted by the image of Spencer humming a French song to herself as she made pancakes one Sunday.
Thank you, Mom, for sending her.
In the last few years, his happiness only increased immensely. He'd gotten married to Spencer and they had a daughter. Soon after their daughter's—Valerie was her name—third birthday, they'd found out that Spencer was pregnant again. Although Toby would love this new child fervently, there was something very special to him about Valerie. He always told her—even when she was a tiny baby—about her grandmother and how she was an angel looking down on her. But for some reason, it felt like there was an even stronger connection between his late mother and this new baby. He couldn't put his finger on it.
In any case, Valerie was by far the best gift he'd ever gotten. Not only was she a gift from his mom, but she was a gift from Spencer, too (and Spencer was the original present from his angel).
He was just getting ready to go visit his mother at the cemetery. His (very pregnant) wife walked over to the door with him. "Are you going to be out late? I know you said you had to go deliver some plans," Spencer said.
"I'll be home before dark, Spence. Don't worry," he assured her before kissing her and their daughter on the forehead.
"Be safe with the black ice."
He nodded. "I promise, I will be. I'll be alright."
He knew he'd be alright. He always had his guardian angel.
Sarah: That wasn't a good oh. my. god. oh...never mind. I'm not starting this up again. Just ignore this. It's basically me typing to myself. If it makes you feel better, I suck even more. Just trust me. It's not possible to suck more than me at P.E. Oh, that rhymes. But yeah, I have no hands. Or leaps. Or anything of that sort. I only have it 3/8, so definitely not as bad. I wonder why they make you do it so much? I just wished I was in a class with all unathletic people. But I'm probably with all the athletes. Of course. Oh, thank you for liking it! I kind of liked it. I think.
MilaMizz: I'm really glad you liked it!
AL3110:Yup and plot twist: prom king was Emily. Jk. Lol I'd love to see you yell that at your classmates. Was it in English or Danish?
So school was very mediocre today. How was school for all of my 5 readers (maybe if I'm lucky. I love you guys. You're seriously the best for putting up with me.)? It was very mediocre for me. And it also sucked because now I have to wake up like forty or thirty minutes earlier than I used to. That sucks.
The next song will be Different Bodies by Sharon Kenny. Nice song. It's canon-ish (except Toby was never A...just like it should've been!). I actually would've loved to see Spencer and Toby on the A team together. That's an unpopular opinion, but I would've died. -Kayson