You’ve returned from the sun, the heat, and the vows. You have the tan lines, the ring, and a link or USB containing 100s of digital files, representing your most precious moments.

 

And right now, you promise yourself you’ll "get around to it." You’ll sort them. You’ll print them. You’ll frame them.

 

But life is noisy. And digital photos have a habit of slipping into the darker corners of a hard drive, buried somewhere between tax returns and screenshots of recipes.

 

Your wedding isn't meant to be scrolled past on a phone screen, five inches wide, in the queue at the supermarket. It is an heirloom. It deserves to be held.