For a long time, after the (evil) American embassy worker in Moscow denied her request for a visa, I thought about getting my fiancé (somehow) to Mexico. Then she could easily cross the southern border into the USA.Texas.
I honestly didn’t care if I got her here legally or illegally.
I didn’t care because I didn’t know the implications of the illegal method.
Now I do.
But if she could just get here, we could get married and everything would be perfect.
I’ve no idea how I would have gotten her to Mexico. I really didn’t give it a lot of thought.
You see, I had fallen in love with my translator in Russia and had asked her to marry me that August at a park in Satsuma, Alabama. The park was once the site of a house that we lived in when I was four.
I thought that’d be romantic.
The only problem (and this has been a major theme in my life) was ignorance.
I just didn’t know about fiancee visas.
So, I did the only thing I knew to do.
First, a little background: All the guys with whom I traveled to Russia did so on business visas. We went as missionaries but had business visas.
You get there any way you can right?
So, to get my fiancé here, we applied for a business visa.
I could feel the wheels of brilliance turning.
So, this 18-year-old stunningly beautiful Russian woman sashays into the American Embassy in Moscow and applies for a tourist/business visa.
The striking problem was that such a visa means you’re going to return to Russia when you’re done with your, um, business.
But that wasn’t the plan.
And that was patently obvious to the mean American Embassy workers.
I thought it didn’t matter how she got here, just that she got here. And the ceremony would have fixed anything wrong with any possible illegalities of an invalid border crossing.
I was wrong. So wrong.
Did I mention ignorance?
So only after long waits at the embassy in Moscow with the aforementioned rude Americans turning down her request for a visa, did I learn about the “K” visas.
Not Special K mind you.
Turns out all I had to do was to apply and – voila – it was approved.
Who knew immigration could be so easy?
A year and a half after I’d met her, and after lots of anguish at trying to get here the wrong way, we married in Alabama.
I don’t know the answer to the problem of millions of illegal immigrants in the United States. I just know that we got the right paperwork – eventually – and were patient. Of course, if she were here illegally and I met her at that point, I’d probably have a different attitude.
Love conquers all.