Sleeping Beauty...

She sleeps under Peter Pan's shadow, her arms askew, her hair harnessed by pigtails that Mom helped gather up and tie...and sometimes I sneak into her room just to check on her...just to marvel at what genetics and love can accomplish together with a little nurturing.  It can create this beautiful bundle under Ikea covers and a blanket of stars and dreams.  We made this.  It always intrigues me...no, baffles, and amazes me.  How did we -- us -- June and my sorry, sad sack of self-effacing softness, create something so audacious and intelligent?  And yet there she is, gently snoring, with perfect lips and nose, and those eyelashes, oh those eyelashes. Saying goodnight to those eyelashes is tough, but Peter's there taking care of things....and they really do look just as beautiful in the morning.