The crib that my brother, me, Jacob and Adam all slept in.
Alot of good that cleaning caddy will do.


The antique buffet that I waited and waited and waited for.

Thousands of dollars in books between us and the kids. Those are the new bookshelves my dad built for me.

A lamp that belonged to my grandmother.

I believe Adam's room was by far the worst. This is my Grandmother's cedar chest that contained my wedding gown.
When I would hear about disasters on the news before this I would think, "That really stinks for them." Then I would go about my business. Now I know that it REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY stinks for them....and it breaks my heart.
We were incredibly fortunate. We had insurance on the vehicles and renter's insurance. And the Navy will pick up anything that our private insurance doesn't. We have been moved into a different house on base...one that didn't get flooded. It is the exact same floor plan so I feel like I'm in some kind of alternate universe. Due to this floor plan, I have put EVERYTHING in a different place than it was in the old house. It is driving Lee crazy but preserving my sanity.
The hardest part about all of this was first of all, explaining to Jacob that all of his toys...his very best friends and playmates were dirty, and we wouldn't be able to go and get them. He had nightmares for a while but they seem to be gone. He still talks about the boat and how it saved us.
The second hardest part was the actual process of going into the house and going through all of our things. This forced my mind out of vacation, and on the second day I couldn't take anymore. On the way back to my parent's house I started to cry...then I got a migraine...then I started running a fever. Lee told me that I wasn't allowed to go back. So I didn't. I went back on vacation.
The third hardest part was refurnishing. I can't tell you how many people made the comment, "Oh poor you, you have to buy all new things." Well, when you are dragging around a baby (who is still nursing), a three year old and a man who has just lost his orthotics in a flood and has a low tolerance for shopping....it is not fun.
In conclusion, this tragedy has been a blessing. Yes, I will miss many things that I lost. Yes, I wish I had some of them back. Yes, the whole thing was horrible. But, I've had the money I need to completely refurnish a house and it looks like it will also stretch to pay off my student loans. It has been the hardest blessing I've had to endure thus far. But how can I complain?