The mountains of paperwork prior to our trip continue... We met up with another Holt family and started out before 9 a.m. There were more red-inked prints and signatures at the modern, light-filled civil affairs building, then stacks of pages to be signed in a crowded, smoke-stained room in the notary office, before we wrapped up the application for Milo's passport at the police station.
Milo was a champ with the driving and waiting. He delighted everyone around him when he pulled out his new package of gum and shared pieces with everyone in the room -- most of them strangers. Later he shared Tootsie Pops with all the children in a waiting room, wedging one in the fist of an infant. And when it came time for him to sign his Chinese name on the last document, he garnered approving clucks and nods from the police staff with his carefully inked characters.
It is after 3:00 p.m. now, and I am typing from an eleventh-story view, watching smog settle over the Beijing skyline. And I am marveling at God's gifts to us today.