A perfect day

Yesterday I had made plans to spent the day with my daughter and beautiful granddaughter who will be one in just a few weeks. The weather was nice and warm. The sun was bright and it was a perfect day to go to lunch and for us girls to go shopping.
My daughter called me and ask me to meet her out front since the baby was asleep in her car seat. So when she pulled up I climbed in. The baby was peaceful and her little head was laying down on her chin. We talked softly as we rode along the streets admiring the fall colors on the trees. When we pulled into the parking lot and my daughter reached into the back to removed the baby. She woke up happy and smiling. As soon as she saw me waiting with my arms in a outreach position, she lit up with glee and happiness to see me. I smothered her little cheeks with kisses and she embrace what I was doing. We looked into each others eyes and she let out a little laugh as to say. "This is my crazy Grandma again."
I let my daughter carry her into the shop and I took her into my arms again. She looked at every little Halloween decoration and Christmas tree's that were decorated in the shop. I watch as her eyes followed her mother reaching for a bottle of hand lotion or a perfumed bar of soap. We continued to walk around looking under pieces of furniture and upon shelves for a least forty-five minutes and my Granddaughter never once cried or even acted like she was unhappy to be there with us. It was almost like we were teaching her how to shop.
While my daughter paid for her treasures I took the baby and strolled down to a park bench outside of a coffee shop. We sat on the bench and I talked to her about our upcoming birthdays and how she was the young one and I was the old gal. She looked at the pots of mums that dotted the walkway and watched the cars hurry by on the street. She was enjoying being with me and smiled for a lease five minutes. Women leaving the coffee shop would stop and greet her and she loved all of the attention she was getting from strangers.
Soon my daughter merged and we were back in the car again. The baby just sat quietly in the car seat and never made a sound. We arrived at the restaurant for lunch and once again she was contented to where ever we were going to take her.
As soon as we were seated and a high chair was brought to the table. My daughter began pulled out a jar of banana's and a Gerber cereal fruit bar. A cup fill with water and little goldfish crackers. I watch as she ate each bite raising her little head up like a baby bird reaching for a piece of a worm. She ate her entire lunch and by then our food was arriving at the table.
She sat in the highchair and watch the waitress float back and forth carring plates of food to hungry customers. The table next to us was a group of loud businessmen. A few times they almost scared me with their outbust of laughter. Still our baby just watched what was happening around us and never demand our attention . We sat and enjoyed our entire lunch and she just played with a spoon from the table.
After lunch my daughter drove me home and along the way the moving of the car rocked my granddaughter asleep once more. I kissed my daughter good-bye and acted like a mother hen. Asking her to called me so I know they got home safe.
I sat down on my couch and realize what a nice day I had. Then I realized what a good mother my daughter was. The baby was happy and enjoyed her day with us. She wasn't crying in the restaurant or screaming out loud to make everyone want to cram their food in their purse and run for the door. She was happy, a happy little baby. I know that I have done something right with my daughter. I taught her how to be a wonderful and loving mother to both of her children. I am pretty darn proud of that. Better yet I am proud of my daughter.