Our marriage did not put an end to the uncertainty or to my anxiety. As a US-born citizen, I was able to sponsor Uri's green card application. Almost a year after our wedding, we were summoned to the New York Field Office of US Citizenship and Immigration Services for the grueling green card interview
-- in which a couple must answer an immigration officer's scrutinizing questions to prove their relationship isn't a fraud.
We were counting on Uri's lawyer to ensure it went smoothly, but he showed up nearly an hour late for our scheduled meeting. I wonder if the lawyer cared what his tardiness that morning might have cost us.
I thought of these uneasy moments when Uri finally got the call. The one telling him that, after 17 years in this country, he could stay for good. By that point, he had already passed his citizenship exam, but the last step -- the oath ceremony -- had been delayed since March due to Covid-19. In August, he and about 40 other immigrants from Ghana, Germany, China, and elsewhere were sworn in, standing six feet apart, by a judge who joined virtually.
Family members weren't allowed to attend, but Uri texted me a photo of himself holding his naturalization certificate in front of the New York County Supreme Court Building. For the first time, I was able to envision our long-term future in America.