On the airplane yesterday I cried for him. He was partially excited and confused. Sat next to him and Trip was the isle over. You can see in this picture he is a little afraid. This is right after we sat on the plane. We were given Business Class tickets for this flight, we don't know why, but it's always nice to have an upgrade! We had to walk out to the plane and climb up stairs to get on, so I think seeing the big plane was a little frightening for him. When we started to take off, I will never forget the expression on his face. I couldn't explain to him that it was okay and he had tears in his eyes. His cries are so quiet, not at all like a wailing cry but a very hoarse kind of fast breathing. Once we were in the air, about five minutes after we took off, he smiled and took his hand and shot it through the air making the sound of a swoosh. He was okay with it then. I found it so beautiful to see the contrast of him being born into his provence in complete poverty, a word which has a new meaning for me after spending time here, and to see him leave with a linen napkin on his lap.