He dragged the file into the media player. The 1080p BDRip flickered to life on the 85-inch screen. Grain, soft colors, the occasional compression artifact — but there it was, their film, untouched by time.

They watched it again, sitting on the couch, their sleeping toddler between them. The BDRip wasn’t perfect by today’s standards — but then again, neither was their memory of that first year. It was raw, lovingly preserved, and theirs.

“I kept everything,” he said.