Before Adam and I knew the other existed, my best friend Caitie was dating one of his best friends, Caleb. What started as a typical "meet the new guy" happy hour, actually became the catalyst for Adam and I. Not far into our cocktails, Caleb insisted, “you need to meet my friend Adam”. The skeptic in me tried to brush off this idea, but he was persistent - out came Instagram. At first glance of Adam’s Instagram photos, I quickly changed my mind (I’m only human!). For those who don’t know, Adam is quite gifted at selfies. Fast forward a month, Caitie texted one evening for permission to share my # with Adam. I agreed and waited for the call/text from Adam...but it never came. I was annoyed he would ask for my number only to not use it. And I thought that was the end of it. God had other plans. Caitie invited me to a holiday party. I knew Adam would be there and decided I’d be friendly but not give him the time of day - he did blow me off after all. As it goes, a conversation circle formed, and there was Adam standing right next to me. We started chatting and next thing I know, the room is empty except for the two of us! Somehow, the entire party had snuck out of the room! Guess I was more lost in Adam’s blue eyes than I realized. Trying to ignore the blatant set up, we continued our conversation about our travels and our love of Belgium. After a while we returned to the group. When I left the party, once again I thought that was the end of it. The next day my cell chimed. Lo and behold, it was Adam (guess he saved my number after all) and it went like: Adam: Hey Brooke, this is Adam. It was really nice meeting you last night! Hopefully it’s not too weird that Caitie had already given me your number lol Brooke: Hey Adam...nice meeting you too. Well at least you’re making use of it now ;) As much as I didn’t want to admit it, I was interested. He picked me up for our first date in the city on 12/19/18 and we’ve been inseparable ever since!

Brooke and I make big decisions at different speeds. While I meticulously planned; Brooke contemplated life as a nun. We were visiting my cousin and best man Travis, Micaela and baby Emmaline in Wyoming in May. We began in Jackson Hole and ventured into Yellowstone, ID, MT, UT etc. The Plan: Day 3 proposal. Travis et al would meet us in Jackson, we would do a small scenic hike to a pristine lake facing one of the Tetons and I would drop to a knee with family filming. Upon our arrival it was evident neither of us could handle the anticipation to Day 3. Day 1 was a group bicycle tour. 11 miles through the Tetons, seeing Mormon Row, Grand Teton, Snake River, an abundance of bison, elk, and even a moose. At the conclusion, I had decided this was the moment. There were dozens of picturesque opportunities to pop the question. With Go Pro in tow, we drove back to all the sights. I tried. Ring in pocket. Go pro on tripod. Selfies galore. But we weren't the only photographers that day. We ran into 2 wedding parties and a dozen other groups stealing our pics. The moment never came. Later we ran into a bachelorette party. We both went to bed downtrodden. Me thinking I missed the chance, Brooke thinking there never was one. Day 2 we awoke early to see the "sunrise" on a gloomy, misty, snowy day (my idea). Weather wasn't great, but I could not wait. Brooke CLEARLY could not either. We drove to Jackson Lake and took a series of pics in front of a beautiful semi-frozen lake and the cloud covered base of a mountain. Breakfast was soon. Brooke was over it. I knew I had to act quick. “The clouds are moving” “Just one more pic” 15 minutes later, the clouds had moved albeit just inches. I set up the camera and dragged Brooke from the car for one more pic. But it was a video. And this was it. The moment. The proposal.