Our conversation was short but profound.
My obvious response was,
"No, I am just so grateful that our daughter was born here and gets to grow up here."
For the record, I am very protective of my husband.
I had a fear that he would be looked down upon or treated as second class because of being an immigrant and his lack of communication skills.
When he was talking about his job the other day he mentioned that one of the things he likes here is that no one makes him feel like he is less important as they are.
Right now he is working as a groundskeeper at a local hospital and none of the doctors treat him as less.
(Except for one that is rude to everyone and ironically from Bolivia.)
They always say hi to him, and one even offered him Gatorade on a particularly warm day.
That is America.
Everyone seemed to be friendly.
I am so grateful that they felt that way.
I know that there are days that I don't.
But the fact that this was one of the things that stuck out to them made me proud to be an American.
Another experience that I had this week was going to the cemetery with my mom on Sunday night. We put flowers and flags on a few of our families graves.