Caitlyn was next to him, smiling and singing along. It was exactly 3 years and 353 days ago, at a Thomas Rhett concert, when they began to play the song “ Die a Happy Man”. And then it came back to him, what he had wanted to say. ![]() ![]() So he started telling Caitlyn about how much she meant to him. No pressure, right?Įvan knew this was the time, they were at the spot, and he had to find the words. I mean, there you are, about to go down on one knee, with the love of your life staring at you, wondering what the heck is going on. Planning a marriage proposal is one thing, but actually proposing marriage, well, that’s a whole other ball of nervous energy. The exact words he had wanted to say escaped him. Yes, Evan had covered every base, even one I hadn’t coached him on (serious kudos for taking her sunglasses off!).īut when it came time to pop the question, the romantic speech he had prepared was now the last thing he could remember! What was it again? Something about 3 years…. From positioning her precisely in that perfect spot where I could get a clear shot of her face, to making sure to remove her sunglasses so that… I could get a clear shot of her face. From scouting weeks in advance to find the perfect semi-private location with giant cactus and just enough shade, to finding a different ring box so that he could actually hide it in his pocket without her seeing. ![]() From making sure that any correspondence with me about photography looked like it was coming from his boss, to the back story of why they needed to ‘dress up a bit’… in the Arizona heat… to go to a garden… on a Saturday morning. Except for one teensy little thing….Įvan had thought of everything. Everything about this Desert Botanical Garden Wedding Proposal was planned to a tee. It was 3 years and 353 days from the day he realized that Caitlyn was The One, to the day he asked her to marry him.
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