It's Christmas Eve, the most peaceful and cozy night of the year. People around the globe are tucked into their beds awaiting the morning and looking forward to the joy that tomorrow brings.
My dad asked me to watch a movie with him tonight. I didn't want to at first. I didn't want to sit there for two hours watching some old Christmas movie when I had so many other things I needed to do, (wrap presents, shower, make dinner, finish the book I'm reading, do laundry), and I won't lie and say that my ed didn't factor into my reasons for abstaining. I didn't want to just SIT for that long; I was still full from my last snack and I wanted to be up and moving and doing something productive, not just lying on the couch mindlessly staring at some television screen.
But then I reminded myself that this is one night out of the year. It's Christmas Eve and my dad wanted to watch a movie with me to spend time with me because he loves me. I realized that if I said no it would be yet another opportunity that I passed up because of ed, another potential memory to cherish when I'm old and my dad is gone. We only have so long on this earth and I can't squander my chances to spend time with the ones I love, realizing one day that they're all dead and gone and I'll never have another chance to see them.
So I said yes. It made my dad happy, I could tell. We sat together on the couch and he held my hand in that loving dad way and suddenly I didn't care that I was just sitting there, rather than being "productive". The time with my dad is worth more to me than a load of laundry or a chapter of a book.
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