As I watched him sleeping, I knew this was his last morning in his birth country for a very long time.  It was so bittersweet.  We COULD. NOT. WAIT. to get home to the U.S.A.  We missed our other children, we missed our food, and we missed our bed.  However, no matter how much we missed those things, it was still hard to leave.


Reid loved to look out this window.  Most of the time he made excited noises as he pointed at the cars and trucks passing on the busy road below us.  However, sometimes we would watch him as he silently gazed out the window very intently.  We were pretty sure he was looking for Omma… wondering where in the world she had gone.


Saying goodbye to Somerset Palace.  It was an amazing hotel that allowed us to see so much of Seoul.  We were so grateful that God allowed us to be there.


This Boeing 777 would be our prison home for the next 13 hours.  It was so hard stepping on that plane not knowing how the next several hours would transpire.   We dreaded spending 1/2 of a day with a screaming child.  However, Reid was an angel for our trip home.  Even though he only slept about 3 hours, he was very content and easy to pacify with food, toys, and walking the aisle.  When we reached Chicago, we stepped off on to US “soil” and it felt so good.  We were running on fumes, but we were flying high.  We were so close to home.