Punkin was on her side, hands wrapped securely in the blanket, and tucked under her chin. Her features were softened in sleep. I could see the baby she was so long ago, and the girl she was this morning. My Punkin "baby" now had beautiful blonde hair in spite of being born with a cap of hair so dark we referred to her as our Eskimo baby for a while. The little button nose and 'baby bottle' mouth were a bit bigger, but still shaped the same, though.
I leaned down and hugged her, kissed her on the neck and gently woke her. I continued to hold her and rub her back as I remembered the times when she would cuddle on my shoulder and fall into a snuffling, sighing sleep. Punkin slipped back into a doze, neither one of us was anxious to move forward in our day at that moment.
Who she will be in the future and where her path will take her never occurred to me as I sat on the edge of her bed this morning.
There are some places I just can't go sometimes.