What Would You Grab?

Saturday morning started quite happily. My daughter's long awaited Barbie Malibu Dream House finally arrived and she was happily playing. The arrival was so exciting that even her brother decided to play with her. It was lovely. I was allowed time to clean without any hurt hearts. All was happy.All was happy, until...Until, I smelt burning. It was strong and I knew it was serious. I hollered for my parents and SIL. I collected my kids and confirmed that the dog was safely outside in her run. Then we waited outside.My daughter was crying for her new Barbie House. My son was asking about his Legos. And I? Nothing.I left my computer, brand new Nook, and iPhone in the house and I couldn't care less. I seem attached to these things at all times and yet, in that moment, my children, husband, parents, and dog were all safe. And those things mattered not.Would I have been sad if we lost everything? Of course. But everything that really mattered was with me and for the first time in a LONG time, I didn't NEED my phone on me. My beloved laptop (that I am currently typing away on) seemed unworthy of any return to the house.The trucks arrived and they pursued the smell. We were very fortunate. It was not a fire in the attic as we feared; simply a bad portable fan. A fan that had been at my feet the night before AS I ALEPT. But it did not burn while we were sleeping. It burnt up while we were awake and could be noted. All were safe -- my husband did suffer a wound from a very frightened cat, but otherwise, we escaped unscathed. As did the iPhone, Nook, and laptop.People often ask if your house was on fire, what would you grab? I now know. I would grab nothing beyond those I love. Because at the end of the day, that is all I need.