“Michael admitted he didn’t know how to ski, and being from Utah and having grown up skiing, I was perplexed as to why someone who couldn’t ski would be on a ski vacation.” He quickly suggested she teach him how.“I was up for the challenge and excited to slyly show off my skills,” Whitney says. I spent every minute of that long ride boasting about my expertise.He said that he was nervous and suggested that I go slow so he could keep up.When we got off, he picked up my skis and got me clicked in.I thought, Hmm, that’s weird, that’s kind of a pro move, but then quickly started down the hill.“It was just the two of us, in the most special place to us in the world, no one around for miles. We cried and laughed the whole way down the hill.”A few days after they got engaged, Whitney and Michael took off on a trip to Italy.It was a vacation that had been a long time in the making, but Whitney never imagined they’d be celebrating their engagement.
Anyway, we were sailing around the coast with wedding location scouting on the brain—but we didn’t fall in love with anything until we arrived at Positano.“He had festivities all lined up,” remembers Whitney.“From the day after we got engaged, I went into full wedding mode—as one does—and he started making a funny Chewbacca ‘bridezilla’ noise every time I mentioned the wedding.I went as fast as I could and thought he was long behind me. When we got to the bottom, he clicked off my skis, handed them over, and said, ‘Y’all have a good day! ”After leaving Colorado, the two spent hours on the phone, but didn’t see each other again until the end of January.They started dating officially on Valentine’s Day, and a proposal came in June two years later.“In typical Michael fashion, I had no idea it was coming,” Whitney admits.