Imagine (Old) Keith Richards sitting on your bed and softly combing your hair for the school dance. He carefully separates your hair, and attempts to make a braid.
"Here ya go" he finishes, and hold up a mirror for you to see. It’s actually done pretty well. You thank him, and twirl around happily. He laughs, taking your hand and pulling you into his chest, slowly dancing with you.
Imagine your little son walking up to you while your reading. He opens the box in his hands, and asks if you’ll marry daddy.
Imagine Angus blowing bubbles with your daughter outside