Olivia and Pritchard
How he asked: Matt and I have known one another for a few years. We grew up in the same town, so it was one of those “everyone knows everyone” kind of deals. In high school, he worked at the gym I went to almost everyday after school. He was in college at the time and we had very few mutual friends, so we rarely spoke. I’ll never forget my Mom saying, “That boy is just so nice, Livi. You don’t find guys like that very often.” My sister and I called her a cougar and made it a joke in the family. Awkward.
Three years later, I ate crow. Matt and I met (again..ish) and he asked me out. Our first date was awful, in a perfect kind of way. We watched the tackiest action movie either of us hadever seen. We both made fun of the actors and the people in the theater who were so into it. Sarcasm became our second language. After the movie we sat and talked for three hours, our conversation was so natural. We became best friends and the love grew organically.
Two months after we started dating, Matt had to go away for work. He was gone for three months, coming home only some weekends. It was early in our relationship but we handled it like we’d been together for years. That’s when I knew. He is my best friend, my partner, my soul mate.
How he askeD: After dating for two years, we were both ready. I knew he was going to propose, I just didn’t know when. That drove me insane. I teased him for weeks that we were “never going to get married” and “I’ll just buy myself a ring” but he took it all in stride. I was told, “From now on, every time you mention getting engaged I’m adding another week to my time line.” Thankfully he did not keep this promise because I would most likely be planning our wedding for 2038.The second weekend in October we were heading to Charleston, SC for a music festival. Zac Brown Band (one of our all-time favorites!) was heading up the festival for two nights so we were super excited. We were ready for a fun weekend filled with great music in a beautiful, historic city. But Matt had something else in mind too.
I like to call it “The Perfect Plan C”. Matt proposed on Sunday afternoon while we were sitting on a blanket at the beach. We were reading a daily devotional together and just soaking up some much needed quiet time after the late Saturday night concert. Our conversation got awkward when I said, “I think I’m getting sunburned, can we go?” and he said “No,not yet.” I started thinking, why can’t we go?! What’s wrong with you? I’m turning into a lobster! He got super nervous and that made me nervous. It was happening. He fumbled around in his pocket, pulled out an oval shaped blue box holding something super shiny, and asked me to marry him. It was casual and no fuss. Perfect for us.
Matt’s Plan A involved Zac Brown Band introducing him to the crowd and him proposing on stage. Apparently ZBB wasn’t interested (it’s okay, we still love you Zac). Plan B involved a horse drawn private carriage ride through one of the most beautiful cities in America. The carriage ride got cancelled. Oops. Matt was discouraged but decided to just wing it. Hence Plan C. I’d like to think that if Matt would have made some grand gesture in asking me to marry him, I would have felt the same way as I did on that breezy Sunday afternoon at the beach. But I’m not sure I would have. What matters most to me is that the man I love feels the exact same way about me. My best friend wants to spend the rest of his life by my side. We’ll laugh together, cry together, fight together and build a family together. Love isn’t about grand gestures, at least not for us. It’s about tender moments that the rest of the world doesn’t have to know about. And a little bit of a sunburn.