Many times, I know I no need any particular reason for being happy. The feeling just pops up inside of me when I sit in from my desktop, starting my day with hectic business. It’s just felt when my hubby drops me at the office and picks me up when I’m done or when I call up my parents on phone. I don’t plan it. I never plan to be happy. It’s just inside of me, wiping away my sadness and other wasting-time mourning.
And this little tiny creature who will complete my life, just like my lovely hubby who’s been staring it since the first time we met. One of songs that I keep singing for my baby in the silent of the night, while feeling the subtle kick inside of my womb, is Somewhere over the rainbow”. The kick is just a divine sign for me as I know my petite miracle says, ” Hello Bunda, I’m already awake. Can’t wait to play with you”.
Indeed, I’m convinced that the joyful of my life is already in me. Thanks God.
Somewhere over the Rainbow
Somewhere, over the rainbow, way up high.
There’s a land that I heard of Once in a lullaby.
Somewhere, over the rainbow, skies are blue.
And the dreams that you dare to dream
Really do come true.
Someday I’ll wish upon a star and wake up where the clouds are far Behind me.
Where troubles melt like lemon drops, Away above the chimney tops.
That’s where you’ll find me.
Somewhere, over the rainbow, bluebirds fly. Birds fly over the rainbow,
Why then – oh, why can’t I?
If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow,
Why, oh, why can’t I?