A Slovenian song says that the first word of little Slovenians is not mama but rather Bojan Križaj, the blonde skier who used to win for Yugoslavia when I was little, but I’m quite sure Mama! was mine since I was lucky enough to be born near this woman who celebrates today.
Francesca at Almost Italian speaks in a recent post of how her family knits as a unit and how knitting genes have been passed from her grandmother. I commented that instead the genes on my mother’s side make me “belt out a song without prior notice, write poems for people I love, recite long dead poets when necessary or not”. I must have forgotten all the hats and scarfs you have knitted for me. So unfair! Sorry, mama!

But this was not a complaint. I love all that about us. First, a bit of soundtrack. Remember how much you loved Look what they’ve done to my song from a previous birthday post? I hope you will play this one just as much. And when I come back, we will dance.
And now some of my favourite photos of you taken since your last birthday, starting with this message to you.
♫♪ Every little thing! See? Your first husband is bringing you new succulents and lavender. I made you some dessert. And then we went on a walk around Piran, your new home away from home. (“New” means more than ten years by now.) This is your “p-na, p-na” gesture, meaning “Awww, stop it.” I must have complimented your glasses. Here you are reading a joke to amore from a book you just bought in Škofja Loka. Even bestia is laughing. This is your search party pose. Search and you shall find! Amore kept asking But why? But we walked! In the Alps! At the Javorca chapel. Back to Ljubljana and our closest church. We pray that their bells would be quieter. Standing by and for the human rights. On the way to the cemetery. The yellow house of your childhood. This was the first time we went back to see it together. Near we found this lovely court. Just right for you and your basketball past. Your brother in the garden at the house of your past, present and future. This garden houses our annual card tournament and you dared to play with the best. (Father won last year, Tim was second and you came fourth, the best so far.) Happy dance in the rain after the tournament. Your bunny, a gift by your cousin Duša. Our pre-Christmas party and your special gift, a karaoke machine. Your husband knows you well. For my birthday last month we went to eat at the Kodeljevo castle. They let the dog in. Good, because he is your friend too. And I’m happy that I can always count on you to be on my side. ❤
And for the end, Me and My Mommy, as is the title of the bear book in this photo taken by my father in Škofja Loka. This is how I crack up.

Happy birthday, mama Meta! You did well and now you can relax, stay as you are and be as you wish (=mej se, kokr se čš). I love you and salute you!
And finally, here are celebrations from past years on my previous blogs. Enjoy!
- 2014: Ten things I love about my mom
- 2015: Maybe it will all be okay
- 2016: Happy sixty-ten, mom!
- 2017: Cincincincilla, mom!
- 2018: Happy Meta birthday! (with a hilarious basketball report)
HI Mrs Mum Manja! She looks like a lot of fun. I can see where you gets your witty nature from!
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Haha, thank you, Amanda. She is tons of fun. She is also an extrovert and can chat up a police dog. Once she tried… 😀
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She must have had a fun life, being able to talk to anyone with ease is an enviable skill. You must be similar, though?
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Not at all. 🙂 She likes to say that if she goes out of the room, the rest of us fall silent.
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:-0
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And many happy returns.
Btw, Bojan was my first love…or one of…
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Thanks, Bojana. Heheh, really? Must be his name and his blonde disposition. 😀 😀
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Happy Birthday to your Mama!
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Thank you very much, Lois! She is far from me now but we’ll celebrate when we get together again.
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Lovely photos of your Mama. I feel the love in them. ❤
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I’m so glad you do, Olga. Thank you so much! 🙂
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A wonderful tribute to your Mama!
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Thank you, Deborah! 🙂 Long live, mothers of the world!
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Yes!
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Sorry, but your first word was AGU. What it means and in which language is still mistery.
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Hihih, thanks for that, Dad! I’m sure it means something significant in an obscure language. Also – but don’t tell anybody – I was wrong. The text of the poem is: “In prva beseda najmlajših Slovencev naj ne bo mama, ampak RC Elan.” 😀 Not Bojan the skier (even though he is mentioned elsewhere in this song), but the first word should be the brand of skis he used to ski on. 😀 😀
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So much life! She passed it on! (K)
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Ahh, thank you so much, K. 🙂 I’m glad you see it this way.
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Your Mama is a lovely soul. I can see where you get your spirit from, Manja.
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Thank you so much, Julie. This is really good to hear. 🙂
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Mama: Herzlichen Glückwunsch zum Geburtstag!!! 🙂
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Ja, ja, Markus, sie kapiert! 😀 Grazie, Danke, spaciba!
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The photo with berries in her palm is my favourite. What a wonderful mom you have, and what a wonderful relationship.
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Yesss! Thank you, Crystal! My mom rocks! And raps too! 😀
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“Aww stop it” I thought Mama was busting some moves lol
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Hehe, she’s got those too.
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