So slowly with Ashtree (my nickname for Ashley) I walked down the short passageway to the marital altar. Like brilliant lightning bolts across the dark night sky, random memories flashed into my mind with every step. Flash— the scene of her birth in Kansas City, Missouri. Flash— the moment she laughed for the first time, near St. Louis, Missouri, she was just a baby. Flash— the memory of her first day of kindergarten in Nashville, Tennessee. Again, flash— her first bus ride to elementary school in Eagleville, Tennessee. So many flashbacks of Arizona, Atlanta, and so on… Then suddenly the music stopped and so did we and the memories followed suit. For the briefest of moments, it was as if Father Time had winked at me and time stood still and quiet.
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