Diary of a Country Girl

Chapter Twenty-One

Dear diary:

Summer here is going out in a blaze of glory. The last few days were scorching, but thankfully things are beginning to cool a bit. I’m glad the farm shop has been doing so well because I dread seeing the bill for all the water we used keeping the crops from cooking in the heat. Soon enough we’ll be dealing with the bitter cold and wishing for that warmth. Tre and I are both warm weather types. Tre does deal well with the cold for a guy who grew up in sunny Del Sol Valley. I grew up here and I’d much rather have the warm weather year round. The worst part is seeing all the trees with no leaves and how everything goes dormant and brown. I love the vibrant colors of spring and summer, the smell of rain and fresh cut grass.

Speaking of winter, Tre and I have finalized our plans for the farm shop once the weather turns. We’re going to be open weekends only selling my arts and crafts and his and Delmond’s handmade furniture. Tre and his dad have been hard at work. Tre has been focusing mostly on dining room sets. His dad has been making living room furniture at his home shop. He still comes over almost every day to check on Tre and giving him all kinds of tips and pointers. It’s really sweet watching Tre take it all in since I know some men don’t take instruction well.

My sweet little girl Piccolo hasn’t been well lately. I’ve had to take her to the vets twice. Poor girl is susceptible to something the vet called derpy doggy syndrome. The first time was in the middle of the night. I’m so glad we have a 24-hour emergency veterinary clinic nearby.

The first shot didn’t clear it up like it usually does so we had to go back a couple days later. Kya was the one that noticed it first. It was really cute the way she was so concerned about Piccolo.

Picc is becoming as much Kya’s companion as mine. I don’t mind. In fact I love it. I think it’s sweet and Kya couldn’t ask for a better guardian angel. Piccolo is a gentle giant, but she’ll protect Kya with her life.

And that brings me to a perfect reason to welcome Piccolo's help. Kya took a while to move from standing to walking. Once she got the hang of it she mastered it quickly And she mastered running even quicker. We can’t turn our backs for a second. She’s off and gone at the drop of a hat.

I had a feeling she was going to be like this. She loves the outdoors as much as I do. To hear my mom tell it she got the Houdini trait from me. I’ll have to take her word for it. Not that the confirmation makes it any easier to corral that little wiggle worm.

My little girl who loved to ride in the back carrier with me has morphed into a little girl who doesn’t like being carried anywhere. She will tolerate short distances but after a minute she gets fussy. And she’s already got that look every woman has in her arsenal for when she’s really angry.

She’s also learning to talk which means no and talking back aren’t far away. I’ve been working really hard with her to teach to say please, thank you, and sorry. She’s doing great with sorry...

 ...but please and thank you met with a little reluctance at first.

Tre and I have been spending our evenings talking about trying for another baby. I’m not sure the time is quite right, but I think it will be sooner rather than later.

I did promise Tre that we wouldn’t stop trying until we have a son. I know it's a crazy promise, and one I might not be able to keep. He hasn’t brought it up since we learned I was pregnant with Kya, and that we were definitely having a girl. Not even once. I can see it in his eyes though. It would mean the world to him, so it means everything to me. We'll just trust in what the universe has in store as far as Tre having a son.

I feel with every passing day, every little moment with Kya, I really want more than just the two kids Tre and I originally discussed. Motherhood has been challenging, but I've never known anything that has made me happier. Aside from Tre that is. Motherhood is the best feeling in the world! With the way our little business is going I should be able to step aside and focus on being a full time mom. If that's truly where my heart is. I love being at the shop, so I need to do a bit more soul-searching before I commit to stepping away. Tre is the real salesman anyway, and we can afford to hire help. I can tend my garden, do a bit of painting and flower arranging while looking after the kids. Tre and the employees can take those items and sell them, and look after the shop. It feels like a win-win.

I only need three things in life to truly be happy. Tre's love, a garden, and the joyous sounds of a happy child. I already have everything I need to be happy. Anything else is just icing on the cake. As a teen and a young woman right out of university I had my life completely planned out. Those plans never included any of this...and I'm so happy those plans fell apart at the seams.