Snapshot of my girl

I've been missing sara more than i can really say lately. monday is her birthday and i have found myself fondly remembering waking her up one morning. here's part of the snapshot i wrote of it...
If i tried i couldn't describe to you the beauty of her eyes as she's waking. the brilliant blue emerging then exploding from behind the contented, heavy eyelids as she looks into my face. her rosy skin is alight but is relaxed into her cheekbones and brow. the gentle slope of the plain of her forehead is disrupted by errant blonde hairs which linger then slip onto the pillow. Her face is bright and innocent like that of a child as she peacefully drinks the dazzling dream between sleep and wakefullness.