Real American

Friday night Shawn and I finally got to go out alone. It's been about 2 months since the last time. He had just gotten home from drill and we wanted to hurry so we could watch the Jazz game. So we left as soon as my mom and dad got there to babysit. We were sitting at dinner and I realized this couple that I went to school with (that I really dislike) were next to us again. Last time we went out they were two tables over. We were laughing making jokes about them following us. This was a new Mongolian place we hadn't tried yet and I started telling Shawn they were going to poison our food because he was still in his uniform. We get very mixed reactions when he goes out in uniform. Sometimes we get thank you's and sometimes very hateful reactions. We have even been flipped off. We have a couple of friends that are liberals that I have went toe to toe with because they challenge our lifes and say we are supporting a terrorist because my husband serves our president. Anyways when we were finished the waitress brought back our card and said that someone had already taken care of it and said to tell us thank you for all our sacrifice. I was about in tears. It put Shawn in an instant good mood. That is what I call a real American. Anyone can sit and complain about the war, the president and the soldiers protecting their right to say such ludicrous things, but it takes a big person to just say thank you. I wish I knew who it was so I could say thank you, but they weren't going for the glory. It's people like them that make all the pains and time apart worth it. I love my husband and am so proud of him and thankful for him, but I think sometimes it takes a stranger saying the same things to make it sink in. He was on cloud nine that night and nothing is worth more to me than that.