From the moment I met Phil, literally, I knew that I would marry him. I actually wanted to marry him the first time I saw his picture in the mission home in the Canary Islands. In the picture he was wearing a too small, all white suit at a zone conference (only dark suits are allowed). I thought he was hilarious and I didn't even know him. I'm a sucker for a sense of humor. Even though missionaries are supposed to lock their heart, I couldn't help thinking how handsome he was and I hoped that I would get to meet him someday. That day didn't come for quite some time. He had been home from his mission for about a year and a half and I had been home for seven months. I decided to go to the birthday party of a missionary I had served with. When I got to the house I was walking across the lawn and I spotted him on the other side. My heart skipped a beat. I grabbed one of my old companions who knew him well and demanded, "introduce me." We were inseperable for the rest of the night. Two weeks later was our official mission reunion, he asked me out that night and the rest is history.
I could not ask for a better companion than Phil. He is the best thing that has ever happened to me. He really was made for me.














