As I stared at the small girl, I realized how beautiful she was. Her eyelashes curling slightly, a dark brown. Her eyes a deep honey brown. Her little nose coming to a perfect round tip. Her small pink lips placed gently under her rosy nose. Her skin a perfect tan, her hair was a brown-blonde color. Bangs parting in the middle, small curls fell into ringlets ending at her shoulders. Then I saw her little hands. So small, so delicate, fragile even. As she wrote her name; Stephanie; the words, "baby" ; "Grammy" ; "love" , I noticed how lightly she held teh pen. As she switched seats to Barbara's lap her eyes gained heaviness. She yawned and lea