I have this picture of Miles that I have never shared. It is of him looking out the window of the airplane as we pull away from the Congo. Even now I can't look at this picture without crying. Pulling away from the airport was so emotional for me. One-because I was anxious to get home. But two- even though I know that Miles' life will be so much better with us than in an orphanage, I still had a twinge of guilt over taking him away from his country. I think that is why I am reluctant to apply for US citizenship for him. I am very content to let him be a permanent resident and then allow him to make that decision for himself when he gets old enough. Because you can take the boy out of the Congo, but you can't (and I wouldn't even want to) take the Congo out of the boy. I love that little Congolese cutie.
(The poor kiddo had to ride naked all the way to South Africa because he had already exploded out of all the extra clothes and diapers in my backpack and the airline made us check our other carry-ons because the plane was too small to store them! Traveling mothers- let this be your warning!)