One of four personal treasures I saved from the fire was a letter from my 20-year-old self to open on my 25th birthday. The tradition as thought of by 20-year-old LL was every five years I'll write myself a birthday letter that sums up who I was at that age and who I hope to be in five years...or something like that. I don't remember what I wrote to myself, 20-year-old LL emphasized that I was supposed to have forgotten by now, and I have, although one thing that I may have written about was my views on having kids, and I may or may not have decided to write about friends because the "freshly out of high school LL" once wrote a letter to myself describing how wonderful my best friend was and the hope that we'll be each other's maid of honors, but by the time I read that letter we were no longer friends.

But when my mom said fire, that was one of four treasures I grabbed. I have a feeling that now, after the fire, this letter will be even more valuable to me. I'm so excited to read it.