We got up the next day. I woke Jacob up for the last time for two years. We fixed him a ham and cheese omelet. He was already in his shirt and black pants. He looked like a missionary. He forgot to leave a tie out so he went and grabbed one from Kent's stash. Jacob did a final check of his stuff and made sure he had his ticket and information. We loaded up in the car and away we went. The feeling of peace that we felt the night before after Jacob was set apart continued with us. Truly a tender mercy!