(Apologies for the post delay, it WAS written, just the net was down and I couldn’t post)
It was a big day of preparation, cleaning, then cooking, hosting and entertaining as our close family group came together.
After everyone went home, and we were left cleaning up, a song came on the iPod shuffle – one from my native land that I love, and haven’t heard for a while.
“No, put it back!” I insisted to Hubbie, who had just skipped forward. He pressed a button and it went back to those soft, dreamy guitar notes I haven’t heard for so long. Baby girl came into the room as I swayed from side to side, rinsing dishes, and she held her arms out to me. I knew she was tired, but my mother instinct was turned right up – she wasn’t 100%.
I hoisted her up and danced with her around the kitchen, breaking into song, her exhausted face looking at me with a tired smile.
“Od plavog neba, ljepsi su oci tvoje,
Od svega vise volim te srce moje.”
We waltzed around the kitchen with her high up in my arms, and with Hubbie watching on in adoration, he soon got up from his spot to join us, wrapping us in a hug.
“Zlatne strune, sviraj tebi, ovu pjesmu jace!”
I belted out the song as much as I could, we swayed for a few more moments, and then baby girl’s weight (and wiggling) got too much to bare and I had to put her down.
But, no matter what occasion it is, dancing in the kitchen is most definitely the highlight of the night for me:)
(And, if you don’t understand the above lyrics, as I expect you can’t, go and learn yourself some Croatian… if only to understand the song, it is truly beautiful).