And how to pronounce it and how to spell it and if there’s are any capitals in it.
It’s a challenge….I know.
I completely understand.
I’ve been challenged all my life with it.
And all those challenges all 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 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 named me after “Kari Waits For Me” and he sang it to 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.
My new husband…..playing his guitar with his 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.
For Christmas 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 You say my name like the word “car” with a long “e.” No capitols needed.
PPS Happy, joyful wonderful day to you.