Vitaliy and I have this running debate in our relationship about how I’m really Ukrainian. That its in my bloooooooooood!
It goes all the way back to the first day we met. I get out my family tree and recount how my great grandparents came to America from Ukraine. I show him pictures of my grandmother in her Ukrainian dance costume that made it into the local newspaper. We even ate pirogi and golubtsi every Christmas Eve, I’d tell him.
Though all of that is true, let’s face it, I’m an American! From the land of the free! (But don’t tell Vitaliy that! I’m still trying to win this debate.)
Hope you all have a splendid 4th of July! Eat an extra hot dog for me.