And he's off!

We got Ethan up bright and early to head to the airport.  Two friends of his woke up before the sun and came with us.  Everything went smoothly, he waved goodbye and that was it.  I had been sick with worry.  Not about him or the mission but that his ticket would be wrong, his bags would weigh too much, he would miss the shuttle in Salt Lake and have no cell phone.  Once the bags came in under weight I could breathe and watch with joy as my son embarks on a new phase of life.  Good luck Ethan!