Emma and Martin
How We Met
Martin and I met in High School when we were 16 years old. We had just started studying in the IB program in Sweden and became good friends. I developed a crush on him after a few weeks, but it took me two months to gather up the courage to ask him on a date. We decided to go to a café together one night in November, and we both ordered a hot chocolate. Nervous and scared, that’s when I told him that I liked him hoping that he would feel the same way about me. He said that he did, and we spend the next two hours talking and making a list of the pros and cons of being together. We didn’t want our relationship to mess up our friendship if it didn’t work out, so we wanted to make sure that we were doing the right thing. After a long discussion we shook on it, and that was the start of Martin and Emma! Perhaps not something you would picture in a fairy tale, but I think the very objective and logical start to our relationship has permeated the rest of our lives together and made sure that we were equipped to handle any big issues that inevitably would come our way.
We finished high school and moved to Scotland together to go to university – I studied Psychology and Martin went to Medical School. We moved in together and spent 6 wonderful years there. Martin was about to finish Medical School and I decided that I needed a change of environment. So I packed my bags and moved to Los Angeles to do a Master’s degree at the University of Southern California.
The next two years were some of the hardest we have gone through together – living 5,000 miles apart and only seeing each other a couple of times a year took a toll on us emotionally, but we were adamant that we were going to stick it through together. Martin, now working as a doctor, would use all of his vacation days to come see me in LA, and I would go back to see him on school holidays. It was a long 2 year journey, but somehow we made it work. After I graduated and we moved to Wales together where we’ve been living for the past year and a half.
The transition from Los Angeles to Wales was not an easy feat for me as you can imagine. The weather was horrible, I was missing my friends, and the constant pulse and energy of LA. Wales was calm and cold, nothing like what I’d gotten used to over the past 2 years. When we finally decided to go back to LA in October 2017 I knew it was a significant trip. It was the first time we would travel back together to the place where we spent two years apart. But I could never dream of what he had planned for me…
How He Asked
We had planned a 2 week vacation starting with a drive from LA to the Grand Canyon, then Las Vegas, and then back to LA. We spent the first two days driving to the Grand Canyon and seeing all the beautiful sights. We then drove around the East end of the canyon to Arizona to check out Antelope Canyon and Horseshoe Bend. We had initially planned to see Horseshoe Bend in the morning, but were running late and didn’t have time before our planned tour of Antelope Canyon. So we decided to go to Horseshoe Bend for sunset, even though we knew we had a 5 hour drive back to Las Vegas waiting for us that same night…
There was about a 20 min hike to get to Horseshoe Bend, and it was just stunning! Having seen all the beautiful pictures of it on Instagram for months, I spent a good while trying to scope out the perfect location for my next profile picture (priorities, am I right?). I finally found it and Martin suggested that he go back to the car to pick up the tripod so we could take some photos of the two of us as well (this is something we had done throughout the trip, so no alarm bells). I offered to go with him, but he insisted that I stay and reserve our spot. A good 45 min later I was scared that he was going to miss the sunset, as it was already setting and no sign of Martin! Then I spot him, tripod in hand, wearing a white shirt (he said, because he was cold). He set up the tripod and the GoPro, and told me to stand in front of the camera. We took some pictures (which later turned out to be video, sneaky!) and that’s when he turned to me and started talking about how much he loved me, and how he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me.
At this point he was tearing up and his voice was cracking, and I knew what was happening. I started crying too, and that’s when he got down on one knee and asked me to marry him. I of course said YES!! And then we watched the rest of the sunset together. I couldn’t have asked for a more perfect moment.
12 years I waited for that proposal, and it was worth every minute!