Reminiscent

I can see myself running down the isle, six years old, tripping over un-hemmed pants and wrestling with kids to get to the swing.

The swing. I pushed my way to it and stood on it with feet on the edge struggling to balance and smirking at all the kids I had beaten, then falling like a fool and ruining my clothes. Mom was stressed.

“Those days are gone now.” I know. I miss them. Today is special too, and it marks a new beginning. “I’m glad I share it with you.” Me too. Marrying my best friend is all I have ever wanted.

 

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