I'm so sad for myself and for my kids that I won't have anything from their early years to give them when they're older. I'm so sad I don't anything from my younger years anymore. I loved seeing Thing II play with and love things that were mine when I was a child. I loved knowing that Thing I would be able to give his kids the wooden train sets he played with as a child. I'm so sad that all of that's gone now.
I'm so sad that I won't be able to give them the outfits they were home from the hospital I won't be able to give them their hospital blankets, the crocheted hats from the hospital, their favorite baby toys -their hospital pictures.
I so sad for them that all of their toys are gone. I know that they had too many. I know toys can be re-bought but their toys were, in their minds, their worldly possessions, and they're gone, and it sucks. And I can't keep them from that pain.
It sucks that Thing I has been dying to play Skylanders and wants back off of his figures It sucks that I had to order online Thing II's replacement bedtime lovies and tell her they had to be sent back to the stores to be fixed after the fire, and that's why they look new and unloved. (Thing II, if future you is reading this, and you've just now figured it out, 1.) I'm sorry, and 2.) You're still awfully naive if you've really bought that story after all this time, and 3.) I love you (and your brother) soooo much to come up with that story and keep it going all these years.)
I am thankful that I have their ultrasound pictures.....
...........I thought that I would have more to list in here before I added:
Obviously their lives are the most precious things. They cannot be replaced. For having that listed among that which I have left after the fire, I am forever grateful.