Notice that my bangs are pulled back--in the universal hairstyle language, that means, "I suddenly decided I hate my bangs." Not to worry, I cut them less than 24 hours after these photos were taken and I don't hate them anymore.
When he told me about that dream, I thought that his reaction was very strange, but also pretty sweet. I remember always being taught that you shouldn't try to save any things from a fire, just get yourself and those more helpless than you out of anywhere that's burning. But, to answer the hypothetical, "If you could only save one THING, what would it be?"
I'd say my computer plus the two external harddrives that are nearly always plugged into my computer so basically, they're one thing. I'm practical like that.
But my sweet husband says that out of everything we own, he'd save my clothes. And let me tell you something--if it isn't obvious by now, I don't own expensive, designer clothing. He's not saving those clothes because he wants to protect his financial investment (though maybe it's true that he wouldn't want to cover the cost of a brand new wardrobe). He'd save my clothes because he knows how happy I am to wear my silly little dresses and my excessively bright colored jeans. That's pretty sweet, when you think about it.
So, I'll ask you the question. If you could save any one THING you own (not people, okay, that's a given!) from a fire, what would it be?