It comes around generally every two years, but these last couple of times, there’s been a twist: the last night before leaving to Poland has been bittersweet because of the way we’re leaving. Last year, it was L and I who left, with the Boy staying home with K. This year, it is I who stays behind. At least temporarily. At least in theory.
Whether or not I go, and right now the latter is more likely, depends on a number of variables, some in my control, some perhaps less so.
So tonight might possibly be the last evening we’re together as a family for up to seven weeks. And what does a family do that last evening when they might not be together for a very long time? If they’ve just received a gifted trampoline, they jump.
