Even after all these years of traveling, it's still fun collecting passport stamps to fill the pages with reminders of where I've been. As I carefully replaced my passport in its special drawer today, awaiting its next opportunity, I looked through some of my expired passports in their little pile. In one passport, I'm pictured with a tired and none-too-happy infant in my arms. Below is my passport photo from my early 30's, when I was on my way to live in the Middle East -- with three little kids.