Josh and Cayce

How We Met: For 6 months, my Mom had been bugging me about this “Josh Fair” guy. Every time I came home from college, she was always showing me his pictures on Facebook and going on and on about how I should just take a chance and meet him. I blew it off, and she finally left me alone about it. Until January 1, 2014. After staying out late New Year’s Eve, I slept in and missed the Polar Bear Freeze motorcycle ride, so I just decided to drive my car to meet my parents at one of the stops on the ride, Slider Inn in Midtown Memphis. No sooner than I make it onto the patio there, I see a guy that catches my eye.

We make eye contact, and next thing I know, he is walking straight to me. He sticks his hand out and introduces himself. “Josh Fair. Nice to finally meet you.” The name rung a bell but I wasn’t sure exactly why. Naturally, as soon as my parents get home that night, I ask my Mom about him and who was and why this attractive man was so pleased to “finally meet me.” This is when she explained that that was the Facebook guy she had been trying to get me to meet for months now… I didn’t show too much interest yet (I wouldn’t want to let Mom know she was right!).

But I did immediately go to Facebook and add him. Then, he messaged me with another “nice to finally meet you” message. We exchanged numbers and started texting nonstop. The next morning, getting ready for work, my Mom sees “Josh Fair text message” pop up on my phone and about jumps out of her chair with excitement. I told her it was no big deal, just a conversation (knowing I was already crazy about this guy). But that same week, Josh came by my parent’s house where I was living at the time, just to hang out and talk in person. As soon as he walked in, he started talking to my Dad.

I was on the couch watching a movie and fell asleep; I woke up a couple hours later to find them still sitting there talking like long lost best friends! This was a great sign for me since I’m a Daddy’s girl. Daddy had never really had a good friendship with any guys I had dated. (Probably because I have never dated a guy 11 years older than me…But that’s beside the point!) So I told them I was going to bed, and Josh left after their eternal conversation. From that night on, we became closer and closer each day.

how they asked: [18 Months Later] Of course, Josh and I had talked about marriage and getting engaged. But we had come to the conclusion that now just wasn’t the right time because of money (or so I thought). My Dad and Josh had always joked about already having the beach wedding planned. I just didn’t take anything they said to heart because of Josh and my conversations about getting engaged. So when we went to St. Augustine, Florida for a family vacation, I just thought it was a family vacation. The first Sunday at the beach was Father’s Day. We all made plans to go to the St. Augustine Lighthouse and out to dinner at Salt Life. I wanted to take some family pictures, so we all got dressed up to go out for the day.


We get to the lighthouse and walk up 219 steps to the most BEAUTIFUL view I’ve ever seen. As soon as we reached the top, I saw a photographer taking pictures of the view, but I thought nothing of it since it was such a popular tourist destination.


Well, little did I know a few minutes later, the photographer would be right on Josh and I as he pulled a gorgeous antique wedding ring out of his pocket, got down on one knee and said “I really wanted to make this vacation special”.


I love you with all of my heart and want to spend the rest of my life with you. Cayce Lynn Stephens, will you marry me?” I, of course, said yes and started crying. I couldn’t believe I was standing at the top of a beautiful lighthouse with amazing views, saying yes to marrying the love of my life!


They always say your Mom knows best.. and I guess they are right! I am so thankful for the meeting the mysterious Josh Fair guy that I met on New Year’s Day of 2014. And I cannot wait to marry him on the beaches of Cape San Blas in our dream beach wedding!


Photos by: Bethany Walter Photography