We are engaged in a massive decluttering effort in our house, and the great gift of this intense labor is finding all manner of gems we had forgotten existed. Like these two Polaroids of my husband and me as untried twenty-somethings, taken in 1986, the month after we were married. And that photo of my husband holding our two children, taken in Antigua during Christmas 1995. I am so taken with these now vintage images. I peer into them, trying to remember who and how we were. It is a tender undertaking, like falling in love with the two of us, and the four of us, all over again.