A little back story... Back in 2010, I (Emma) had been diagnosed with type 1 diabetes. The following year I dropped out of college and got a job at Dunn Bros Coffee where I eventually met my best friend, Taylor Ginn (then Smeija). A couple of years later she met her future husband, Matt, who was Cody's best friend. Cody was helping Matt and Taylor move into their apartment one day. Cody had, at that point, recently been diagnosed with diabetes, and at dinner when he told them what happened, Matt turned to Taylor and exclaimed 'Cody has diabetes, Emma has diabetes, they'd get along great!' A few months later, Matt, Taylor, Cody, and I had an evening at Matt and Taylor's apartment where Cody cooked some incredibly charred and surprisingly undercooked steaks over an open grill, we played card games, and had a fun night of hanging out. I added Cody as a friend on Facebook, he asked me out for coffee the following weekend, and three and a half years later, he proposed. So I mean, Matt wasn't wrong.
Cody and I were hanging out one Friday evening in August (it was August 21st) and out of the blue he goes 'I kind of want to go for a sunrise walk before church on Sunday. You down?' Immediately alarm bells went off in my head because we've never done a sunrise walk before, and while it would be an early rise that day, I'm definitely not going to pass on whatever he had planned. We drove that Sunday morning (at 5:45 A.M... I'm glad I had my coffee) to downtown Stillwater, down to the river. After we parked, we walked by a fisherman, past the lift bridge, to where Cody first asked me to be his girlfriend. We stopped there, and as the sun rose, Cody got down on one knee, realized it was the wrong knee (who knew there was a correct knee to kneel down on? Turns out it's the left), switched, and proposed. I was crying so much I could barely see him or the ring. After I said yes and he stood up again, we agreed it was too early and we went to take a nap before church. I was too excited to sleep.