Given that Emily and Tyler have three dogs, it's probably fitting that they met at a dog park. They were living in Orlando, FL and were at a nearby dog park when Emily saw Tyler's gray shirt with red writing. She had a suspicion it was an Ohio State shirt (her favorite team and alma mater) and thus struck up a conversation. It was, of course, a Wisconsin shirt, but Emily was already too captivated by Tyler's stunning good looks to be dissuaded by his poor choice in college sports teams. From there, the rest of history. Their shared love of the Big Ten and shared hatred for the SEC and driving in Orlando swiftly propelled them into love everlasting.

Emily and Tyler planned to spend several days with Emily's Aunt Shirley and Uncle Randy, who had come to the gulf coast for vacation. They'd done this for several years and both had great memories from earlier trips to see Emily's family and lounge around Anna Maria Island. Emily's mom joined them for a few days, and Emily thought nothing of it. (Tyler, to make sure Emily was surprised, insisted he didn't want to talk about marriage until they had moved to Texas.) One evening, Tyler asked Emily to go for a walk on the beach. She chatted about their upcoming move to Texas and looked for shells in the sand. She turned to see Tyler kneeling down holding up something sparkly, and before she could stop herself, shouted, "Are you f*cking kidding me?!" (Sorry, Mom and all the families still on the beach... I really didn't mean to!) As Emily hugged Tyler and tried not to cry, out popped Tyler's cousin Katelyn, who had photographed the proposal. And now here we are - we can't wait to celebrate with you!