Last week was just one of those weeks. I won’t bore you with the details, but instead, I’ll give you the short list of what went down:
*mini-flood in our newly finished, carpeted basement. four industrial fans and two de-humidifyers later, it is drying out.
*a bat in the house, swooping from room to room at 5am. my husband managed to kill it with a tennis racquet, and i spent the next day panicking about rabies.
*a nest of wasps in our bedroom window. fascinating to watch them build their nest, not so fun when they discovered a way inside. husband to the rescue again.
*little vijay came down with a summer cold, meaning sleepless nights and trying our best not to contaminate the baby (unsuccessful, baby caught it anyway).
My husband and I are taking bets as to what’s coming next…locusts perhaps, or maybe the bubonic plague. I am hoping floods, bats and wasps are enough to satisfy our drama quotient for a while. But in the midst of all the chaos, there was one particularly bright spot in our week. On Friday, my husband became a citizen of the USA. He was born in Canada, and although he will keep his Canadian citizenship, we have been working towards his becoming a US citizen since we were married almost five years ago, and he has been working on it since he was a college student in the US almost two decades ago. A long, expensive road, to say the least.
It was an emotional ceremony, particularly because of what it meant to every person in the room. Over 17 countries were represented, from Brazil to Japan, Bosnia to Madagascar. As our national anthem played, and we recited the Pledge of Allegiance, there was hardly a dry eye in the room. I am so thrilled for my husband, that after contributing his fair share to our country for so many years, he is able to call himself a citizen.