Conversation from the recliner

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This past week-end was really busy.  Poor Dennis, who did not feel good, had about all the "love" he could stand from all of us.  After telling the boys to pick up something for the 50th time, he turned to me and said:

Dennis:  I am beginning to sound like a broken record.

Me:  Dear, they don't know what records are.

Dennis:  OK, I sound like a broken CD.

Me:  Nope, 'fraid not.  Kids do not buy CDs these days.

Dennis:  Then, what do they buy?

Me:  Hmm, I suppose a mp3.

Dennis:  Then I sound like a broken mp3!!

Me:  Mp3s are digital and downloaded.  Maybe you can just be a broken link???

He was not amused!

Welcome Home!

Those can be the sweetest words you can ever hear at certain points in your life. One of those times was 6 years ago today. We had landed in Atlanta, GA airport and was going through customs when a very nice customs man said exactly that, “Welcome home!” What made this time special, among other things, is that we were returning from Russia with Deniska for the very first time. I remember thinking that the Russians would change their minds and we wouldn’t be safe until we landed on American soil. Those memories are still very special to me. It was a long flight home. I was sick and out of it. Deniska was giving his daddy a run for his money on the plane. It was a long, long flight. Welcome home. Welcome home to the greatest nation on earth. Welcome home to our family and friends. Welcome home to our own little house, now a home with a child. Welcome home to everything familiar - including Big Macs from McDonald's! Welcome home to the rest of our lives. Welcome home! Sweet, sweet words!!

This was made at the Hotel Ukraine the night before we left. Look how little he was.

This was in Frankfurt, Germany as we waited for our connecting flight to Atlanta. Deniska would not have anything to do with me. He only wanted his daddy. He dumped Dennis for me when he figured out what “mama” was all about! Don’t they both look exhausted?!

This is one of my most favorite pictures of those early days. Deniska loved my mother and she adored him. This was made before the Alzheimer’s got so bad. This picture always brings tears to my eyes. I miss my mama.