If you lived in Texas this past weekend, you survived what is now known all over social media as Icepocalypse/Icemagheddon. Over the weekend, God sent an insane amount of ice, shutting the entire metroplex down. My wife and I were iced in and found ourselves with a lot of time. After a few days, with rations running low, the chill creeping in and my Playstation 4 controller dying, we began to succumb to cabin fever.
While some would say it was annoying, I wouldn’t have traded it for the world.
With the busyness of life, the times where my wife and I can sit and have a Harry Potter marathon, laugh at random YouTube videos or flip the Monopoly game-board over when my wife totally destroys me are few. Yet, when they occur, they’re these beautiful little moments in life that we encapsulate inside a memory and cherish for the rest of our lives.
It’s something we’ll talk about months, and maybe years, down the road. We have something to say, “Remember when I landed on Boardwalk three times in a row and lost a ton of money”. It’s that beginning phrase that I love, “Remember when…” that excites me. It’s something my wife and I have something to share together.
While other people on my social media outlets were saying how much they hated the weather and being cooped inside, though rightfully so, my wife and I were laughing at a Swedish guy play horror games. My wife got to share the Harry Potter films with me and was there when I had a lot of Harry Potter firsts.
I’d love to see the Dementors fight the Weeping Angels, though.
I think in my busy schedule, I’ve forgotten that I need time to slow down and be with the people I care about. I can fight time all I want but unless I embrace the time I have, sharing it with those that matter, I’m just burning the candle.
And I only get one in life.