Our Story | We’re Engaged!

“Myyyy Hero”…such a storybook/ superhero movie plot cliché. But it’s so fitting for one of the many ways to describe my love for Trent. 

 In October of last year, I went on my first date with him- after almost last minute cancelling due to my nervousness. But, something in my gut told me I would regret it if I did. 

So I went… he was 15 minutes late but as soon as I locked eyes with him, nothing else around me existed nor mattered anymore. There wasn’t a single second of silence between us, and it seemed like we were the only two in the entire restaurant. After dinner, we didn’t want it to end. And luckily, Trent had planned a surprise part 2 to our night. We sat a picnic table in the back corner of a local brewery, and ended up getting politely kicked out for closing. And we still didn’t want to part ways that night, even though we had to. 

From that moment on, we were inseparable. I went home that night, cried a few happy tears and I think I even said out loud “I’m gonna marry this guy, aren’t I?” And apparently his night afterwards was not much different, I found out later down the road. 

Trent has not only become my best friend and my other half. But he was everything I was missing and I wasn’t even aware. Prior to us crossing paths, he served in the USAF, spending many years overseas. Putting his life on the line for many years, which led him to retirement from the service. I add this in to make the point, one of the things I admire the most about him is his positive outlook, and gratitude. A little bit ago, he made the comment to someone that “I’m grateful for everything I went through, because it led me to be able to live this life with her”. Hearing that made me tightly hold in tears for two hours, until we were alone and I could let out my vulnerability. 

One of my favorite older photos of Trent.

Since Day 1, he has made me feel cared for, special, thought of, and more simply put…”the only girl in the world”. We’ve known for a while we wanted to get married. But wanted to wait for the right time, if there really ever is one. And this past Tuesday, he got on one knee. 

The view.

The Proposal:

We started our evening with a large pizza from a local pizza joint, he picked up on his way home. We changed out the bedding for our quails, freshened up the water, and their food. Let the boys run around, walked down to our little river slough, I picked some high bush cranberries and pointed out every new thing I noticed blooming to Trent in real-time…haha 

We went back inside, I cleaned up some in the kitchen from the night and Trent…disappeared. I called out for him as if we were playing a game of Marco-Polo. Yelled “babeeeee” , “marcoooooooo” (luckily we have very friendly neighbors, who are probably used to us hollering for the dogs everyday at this point). 

Walked along the property. No site of him. At this point, I’m speculating the rapture- We’re always attached at the hip it seems like. I go back inside, no sign of him. I then decide, okay he’s definitely outside (there’s only so many places he could be in our one bedroom cabin lol) 

I walk out the back door, and there I see Mr. Weenie Dog standing directly in the middle at the very end of the long walkway to the slough. And he’s giving me a look and waiting for me- like he’s telling me “mom I found him, follow me this way!!”. I got about halfway down the walkway, and I see his wavy ginger head directly under the 8 pm sunlight. He was standing on a little hill overlooking the river, with his hands in his pockets waiting for me. Why he never said “Poloooooo”, I have no idea- but it did make it more fun I suppose lol. 

Sort of oblivious of what he was actually doing, I called Beau Diddle (our chunky, red heeler boy) over to us. The other two were right by us sniffing around and exploring as per usual. We take little walks like this with them pretty often, sometimes daily. Turned away from Trent, we called Beau until he finally made his way to us, taking his sweet time of course. When I turned back around, Trent was on one knee with the ring in his hands. He gave his sweet little speech (I’ll keep that just for us), I cried a few happy tears, we held eachother tightly in that moment, and marked the spot with an aluminum foil ring I wrapped around a little cottonwood branch. 

He didn’t pop the question with some big extravagant firework show, or on the very top peak of Denali. He asked me to marry him in the most perfect, and intimate way just for us. On our property, in a place of our dreams, with our boys around us, and….in our Grunden boots lol. 

So…for all of you asking. That’s our story, and it’s just the beginning…

Warmest Regards,

Soon-To-Be, Mrs. Caples 

Us at our favorite Piano Bar in Austin, TX for a Howler Bros event.