Packed last night. Leaving this morning. A sense of dread. We had a little birthday pie for Anaïs last night since I won’t be here for her real birthday. I gave Jack the fuzzy dice from my car to hold on to until I get back. Lisanne and I stayed up late because we both knew that once we went to sleep the next day would be here. And now it’s here.
I don’t want to say good bye. I don’t want to leave my family for a year. I love you all so much.