Mandi loved watching movies.
One night, after Mutual, Cassidy and I went with Mandi to her house and watched Suits on the Loose with her. It was one of her favorite movies- she mentioned it multiple times in the course of my knowing her- and always with the comment, "I love this movie!" That, and Mobsters and Mormons.
It's a small memory, and there's not much to say about it, really. We watched a movie. When it was done, we talked about boys, and the problem she was currently having with a certain boy she was currently texting. We giggled and teased and then decided, since it was a school night, that we probably ought to go home and get to bed.
So we went home.
Ah, it was nothing, really. Right? Only one movie night among the many a teenage girl experiences in her lifetime. But for some reason it stood out in my memory even when Mandi was living a normal, healthy sixteen-year-old's life. But it wasn't nothing.
I'm glad it did stand out in my memory. I'm still not sure why it did; what was particularly memorable about it, besides spending time with Mandi, who I hadn't really spent time with in a long while and rather missed. But I am ever grateful that it did, else I likely would have forgotten it- set it aside in the memory files associated with all the other movies I'd watched- and I wouldn't have it here to bring so easily to memory now.
Today's lesson- cherish the little memories. They are every bit as important as the big ones.
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