she is pulling my puppet strings

I am an air sign; two of my daughters are too. We are mercurial, windswept, free floating, flexible Easy to get along with, none of us resolute about anything Pliable, good listeners, willing to hear other sides. My oldest daughter is a water sign; she has absolute ideas. She was a Captain in the Air Force, she wants things her way. Everything in her world is black or white, there is no gray. I have no idea if other water signs are this inflexible. My best friend is a fire sign; I wish that was my sign. Because I am practically a pyromania, I love fire. I could sit and stare into a bonfire while the stadium burned down. Fire beckons me maybe because it takes air to make fire? My husband is an earth sign; practical, dependable. We know he has our backs; all of us, the whole family. He likes to say, “let’s circle the wagons”. He is protective, of all of us and the dogs. My guardian angel is a spirit sign; not sure how I know, I just do. She gives me ideas while I sleep. Most of the poetry I write and canvases I paint are her ideas. I am her hands but she is pulling my puppet strings.