I woke up early this morning after getting in from Alabama at dark thirty and clutched the cup of coffee that someone was waving under my nose….
….and thought of all of you.
I feel like I’ve lived a lifetime in the last three days.
Kind of like a contestant on The Amazing Race where they visit four countries and have to ride in a wheelbarrow while stacking peppers and learn a dance and repeat it three times wearing clogs and construct an entire rowboat and then sail it across the river and eat a plate full of delicacies in under four minutes.
Just like that.
Except I ate alligator.
And it tasted just like chicken.
I toured Lucy’s house (and I have pictures). I worked on a show house and helped build a kitchen island and make chalkboards out of transoms and planned out the design of three rooms. I had dinner with Ashley and I of course I have stories.
And I can’t wait to share it all with you next week.
But for today my coffee and I are going to rest and watch a Fixer Upper Marathon and share with you one of my favorite stories I’ve ever written.
I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
I was named after a song.
A song my mother heard when she was pregnant with me.
Maybe it was the accents of the singers.
Maybe it was the tale of sailors and sailing away and all that anguished love and waiting on the shore that pulled her in.
Maybe it was all the spaghetti she craved.
But my name and my journey started with Norwegian movie spectacular, “Windjammer”……
…..and a little song called, “Kari Waits For Me.”
On the off-chance that you’re not familiar with the movie Windjammer and that world-famous song…..the lyrics go a little like this:
Kari waits for me at home
Oh Kari waits for me
I see her standing there beside the restless sea.
Kari waits for me at home
‘tho I must sail the sea.
I’m a sailor born to roam while Kari waits for me.
Blow ye trade winds fill the sails
Oh blow ye trade winds blow.
Blow thro’ those stormy gales
As homeward we will go.
Homeward to the snow-capped mountains
Rising from the sea
Homeward to the land I love
Where Kari waits for me.
My father sang “Kari Waits For Me” me my entire life.
I would perch at his feet and he would pull out his guitar and softly strum the words.
And in a lilting voice he would sing my song.
He would sing about Kari and her sailor and far-off lands and the ever-blowing trade winds.
It was my favorite song in the whole world.
Ever….in the history of ever.
When I got married I stood in the reception hall in a beautiful white dress with overly beaded shoes and plenty of red lipstick…..listening to my father sing “Kari Waits For Me.”
He played his guitar and sang the song he had sung to me my entire life.
And when he reached the second verse….all of a sudden….there was harmony.
Another voice joined in.
There was my new husband…..playing his guitar with his brown eyes sparkling and twinkling.
Singing my song.
Together my husband and my father sang and sang and sang to me.
And I stood there as the tears ran down my face.
And then my father stopped singing and played a just few more notes…..before quietly fading off the stage.
Leaving only my husband…..singing my song.
The song from my father.
The song of my childhood.
The torch had been passed.
“Kari Waits For Me” started a new chapter.
A new life.
A new beginning.
A couple Christmases ago, my brother found the notes to that song.
And he framed them and gave them to me.
Those precious, wonderful, incredible words of “Kari Waits For Me.”
The notes to the song……written by my father on that long-ago night.
When a father…..who loved a daughter…..guided her to a new chapter in her life.
And sang her his heart.
PS Remember when that dining room hutch was gray?
PPS Someone just reminded me I posted a YouTube video of my husband singing the song last year.
And here it is. It’s a little rough at the beginning #notsurehowtoworkthephone)…..but it gets better. 🙂