Our story started a few years back when Mark impulsively bought tickets to see the band, the 502s, in Athens. Conversation was early with Kimberly, but why not be bold and ask her out for the first time to this show? It seemed like she had great taste in music, so why not go for it? Why not go back to her classic city? Well, being bold over a road trip to see this band was the best decision he ever made. Conversation and banter flowed easily, and the show was great. It was easy to spend time with Kimberly as she made life a bit easier and maybe even reminded Mark of home. You have to understand that our first date was indeed the first time we had spent time together; however, it was not the first time we had crossed paths. There were plenty of concerts prior and days on the BeltLine where we could run into each other, but there were high school hallways before all that. We ran in different social circles back in those days, and Kimberly still thought side parts were a good idea. It was pretty clear from the beginning that Mark had found himself a catch in Kimberly. She was driven professionally and personally, and had finally grown out of the side part. There were weekend getaways to Camp Snoddy and weddings all over the place/world, but after a wedding in Ireland, we headed south for a few days in Paris, where it became clear to Mark that Kimberly Coleman, a girl who grew up only a few minutes from his childhood house, could go the distance through life with him. Life together got even more intertwined when Kimberly decided we needed to rescue a dog. It was another bold decision that turned out right, but there was still one lingering question that needed to be answered: Could Kimberly Coleman ski? There may have been some tears and some bruises after their first ski trip, but only a few months later they came back to Mark’s beloved ski town where one fall morning he brought her coffee, like always, and a ring. We are elated that this weekend we will have the honor of bringing all of our friends and family to our beloved ski town, Crested Butte. We cherish this place, the mountains, and you all beyond words. We also acknowledge that none of this could happen without the love, support, and patience from our parents. We owe everything to you. See y’all on the mountain!