So Brad and I did not actually remember our fourth anniversary by ourselves.
But it seems that our anniversary would not go uncelebrated. It only gets one day a year, after all. It must have felt cheated. It demanded our memory.
And so it happened that while packing up, getting ready to move, we found a camera. An old one. The film kind. I know. Ancient.
In the camera, we found partially used film. Intrigued, my Brad went to Walmart and bought an antiquated, short, fat camera battery (for a whopping $9), and turned in the film.
One hour later we returned, excited [do you remember the anticipation of going to pick up pictures at the store not quite sure of what you'd find? Try. Try to remember], to retreive our envelope of pictures.
We opened it to discover our long lost honeymoon photos.
Can you believe it?