The day after the fire, Ryan went to the attic in search of our dated Christmas ornaments. He found all but 2 (which I have purchased at absurd expense, so my set is complete).
This one was not one of my regular ornaments, but a commemorative flat ornament from our community center at the bottom of the hill, where our daughter's reception was held. I cleaned it up somewhat after the fire, but you can see what I was working with.
I then proceeded to clean up 36 of these:
I was delighted when I realized that I had put my grandmother's glass icicles in my dresser drawer for safe keeping, so they were not destroyed in the fire.
Ryan was very saddened to find just his name off his Christmas stocking, and I nearly cried last weekend when I realized that the Christmas tree skirt that the girls and I made back in 2000 was burned up. Some things can never be replicated.
On the plus side, after firing 2 subcontractors, we finally have a guy who's actually getting some lumber in the air, and we now have about 1/3 of the roof replaced. Heck, we might even have another bedroom back in service by Christmas! I'll be cleaning that carpet and painting that ceiling this weekend, so we shall see.
Happy weekending, everyone! Take a little extra time to enjoy the things you've had for a long time, which hold memories for you, and be happy for me that some of my memories were found after the fire.