At this time last year…

At the time last year in Boulder, CO it was starting to lightly snow. At the ungodly hour of 10:15am-ish a small group of special people gathered in a field. The girls kicked off their heels in exchange for rubber boots, a banjo man played under a tree and probably froze his fingers off, some kids in shorts stopped by to sing us a tune, my brother the reverend donned his finest white suit and white top hat and the Ctron and I finally married each other…

A nice way to celebrate a good 10 years of “courting”…

We escaped the cold for some great food, the warmth of a fire and just the cozy feeling you get when you are around good people…

Within this first year as a couple we earned about $4 back in taxes (getting married isn’t really much of a tax relief) and we are plotting out what might be next…maybe we’ll move to Kentucky or Minnesota, maybe we’ll become nomads and live in an RV like I’ve always wanted, maybe we’ll start raising fainting goats, maybe we’ll start making hecka good sauerkraut and selling it at farmer’s markets, maybe we’ll just continue to be slaves to computers…I don’t know. But, our lives are certainly going to be changing and it is all really exciting. If anything I’m glad to be embarking on a life long adventure with a Ctron…he is really one swell guy. Feeling very blessed.

p.s. I’m also really really really thankful to the brave souls Jenna and Matt Walker who captured our muddy mess with frozen feet and didn’t complain one bit. Being on the other end of all of this we feel SO incredibly fortunate to have had them take our photos and immortalize our awkwardness in front of the camera. You guys are rad.

p.s.s. I promise not to write stuff like this every year. Just had to do it this one time. Ok, maybe once more when we celebrate our 50 years together.

Author: Ali Carras

At a very young age I lost site of my mom in a local grocery store in Boulder, Colorado. I did, however, have the smarts to go to the customer service counter. The kind woman at the counter asked "What is your name little girl?" My reply: "Assi." The woman gave me a look like, "Are you playing with me you little devil?" but she proceeded to blast on the loudspeaker the "We have a lost Assi at the front of the store." Customers throughout the store gagged and giggled, but my mom knew exactly who the woman was referring to: the mullet haired little girl with a tongue too big for her mouth, wearing a leotard, skirt, tights, and jelly shoes (with florescent green laces in them...even though they didn't need the laces). A shy little character for whom every little detail in life was a huge thing. I am pleased to report that today I am able to fully pronounce Allison (aka Ali), but the Assi pseudonym has always stuck, evolving into Aszi. As for the shy little character for whom every little detail in life was a huge thing? Some things never change. I have closed my comments due to mass amounts of spam that no filter could ever control. Feel free to contact me abeckord [at] gmail.com!

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