We Love You, Mr. President

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My name is Nick Petersen. I’m just a regular guy from Mound, Minnesota — a shy kid who grew up on the shores of Lake Minnetonka, graduated from Westonka Public Schools, Mound Westonka High School (MWHS) Class of 2010, and never imagined my voice would ever reach the highest office in the land.

On January 20, 2025 — Inauguration Day — I traveled to Washington, D.C. alone, driven only by love for my country. I camped out 13 hours in freezing temperatures to secure a spot inside Capital One Arena, just four rows from the stage.

In a brief, electric pause during the indoor parade, something rose up inside me. From the depths of my heart, I shouted five simple words:

“We love you, Mr. President!”

President Donald J. Trump heard me through the roar of 20,000 people. He turned, looked directly at me, and pointed back with a smile. First Lady Melania Trump waved warmly too. The moment was captured live on national and international television, and the arena erupted in cheers.

I didn’t go for attention. I went because I needed to show up — for my country, for the future, for the quiet hope so many of us carry.

But I couldn’t let the moment fade. So I did something old-fashioned: I wrote letters. Six of them. Handwritten, heartfelt, filled with photos, proof, and the story of my family’s long patriotic roots stretching back centuries.

What happened next is something no ordinary citizen has ever achieved in quite this way.

The White House didn’t just acknowledge my letters.

They verified the entire exchange.

They escalated it all the way to the Resolute Desk.

They sent two official responses from the Office of Presidential Correspondence.

The second one was personally signed by President Trump himself.

The full correspondence — my letters and their replies — is now permanently preserved in the National Archives under the Presidential Records Act, alongside America’s most sacred documents.

This isn’t about politics or fame.

It’s proof — undeniable, archived proof — that in America, one sincere voice, spoken with love and backed by perseverance, can still reach the very top.

If a quiet kid in a red hoodie from small-town Minnesota can make history with five honest words…

imagine what your voice can do.

The complete timeline, photos, scans of the letters, and my own video from that day are available on this site.

Thank you for reading.

Thank you for believing that America still listens.

United we stand. God bless America.

— Nick Petersen

Mound, Minnesota