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Naked Faith Hill On a, well, sort-of romantic proposal: We were playing a festival in Montana, and I had gone on, and I had come offstage, and I was sitting in the trailer, and he was getting ready to go onstage. And I'm standing there at the sink looking out at the stage, at the next person that's going on, and I turn around, and he said, 'Faith.' I said, 'Yeah?' I turn around, and he goes, 'Will you marry me? Do you want to get married?' I'm, like, 'You're asking me in a trailer at a country-music festival, if I want to get married?!' He goes, 'Yeah.' I said, 'Hmmm.' So, he goes off, goes onstage, comes back, and I had taken a black Sharpie and wrote on his mirror, 'Yes, I'll be your wife.' We still have that mirror. ENTER HERE |