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.

I wish

Do you ever sit and just wish for things? Like more stuff or more money to buy more stuff? I waste so much time wishing for this and that. I have a birthday coming up in a few weeks and I have thought about how much stuff I wish people would buy me. I want a new video camera, a CD because I love that one song. I can't even tell you who it is by. I just heard it played on the radio and I want it. I wished for a house and then I wished for a different one. I wanted my little dog and now I hate taking him out late at night to do his business. But I still wish for another one someday. I have a pantry full of food but I want to go out to eat. I have a closet packed full of clothing but still I wish for more.
If I see a commercial, I want that kind of new car. Even though I have two nice car's now. I guess I think I need one for every day of the week and in different colors. I have spent so much time wishing for things. I've have wasted so much energy wishing and wishing.
I'll tell my husband Gary about what I wish for. Like he is suppose to just grab it out of the sky for me. He just listen's to me ramble on and on. The crazy part of all of this is if I get what I wished for I'll give it away to my children or grandchildren or a dear friend. I know I was the one that bought the stuff. So I know I'm not a selfish person. I don't hoard things. I just had to have it first. Could someone please explain how many pair's of shoe's does one woman need.
What would I wish for if I never seen these thing in the first place. I know it's getting cold and I could wish for warm weather. We haven't had much rain and the grass has turned brown. I could wish it to be greener.
So I just sit and wish for this and that. I know I won't ever quit. I know the answer........
If I could just win that darn lottery. I could solve everybody problem. Then I could shop and buy what I wished for today.........

Oh my gosh

Can you believe it just 12 weeks till Christmas.
We have our family traditions and I hold fast and dear to them. Decorations adorne each room and candlelight emits a warm glow. Almost as if we forgot to pay the electric bill and the power was shut off.
The house always had a soothing bliss durning the holidays. I took hours of long and careful planning to entertain guest. Everything had to be perfect. I gave our friends Christmas magic of good food and cocktails.
The Christmas holiday also brings back memories of my childhood. The scent of my Mom's roasted turkey and sage dressing which has continued in my home and my daughter Tracey's.
My husband Gary carry's arm loads of fresh cut fire wood to take the morning chill off of the house. Then he paces in the kitchen wanting to attack the dishes that await on the refrigerator shelves.
My son Chad asking " When can we open our presents." as he lumber's around in his pajama bottoms and long sleeve top. While scouring around in the kitchen looking for the traditional Christmas morning breakfast of Pecan coffee cake and orange juice.
Those are our memories that can transport me to our Christmases past, Where I linger for just a few minutes and move on. Hey I still have 12 weeks. Don't I.