The wedding photos are ruined

(but not the ones that matter)

We ordered eight disposable cameras for our wedding. We got them from the internet. They had heart-printed patterns, because the internet knows: if you’re buying a disposable camera, you must be having a wedding. 

We ordered them eight months early and forgot about them, then went to Wisconsin and found them in my mom’s basement. An early wedding gift, from me to me. One on each table, no instructions, people know how these things work. Then we had a wedding. Flash flash flash, it’s over. Just kidding. My biggest fear was that I wouldn’t remember it, that I’d wake up on Monday morning and say, “What happened to polka night?” But I remember a lot. It was a long weekend and a lot of things happened. A lot of very good things. By the time it was over, we were exhausted. But we remember.