I've been thinking about this one for days.

Most mornings I end up gazing at my daughter as she feeds, only partially awake. She often reminds me of Sleeping Beauty. She has the classic dark hair, fair skin, and a tiny pink rosebud mouth. Her face is totally angelic and peaceful as she sleeps and eats.

In the early morning hours I thought of something much more lyrical and poetic to describe what I see in her face each morning, but it escapes me now that the full light of day is upon us. I swear, my brain goes out the window after about the third feeding of the day. Maybe it will come back to me.