
As crazy as it is.....George and I have been married 11 years as of the 13 of September. We met in an online chat room and started chatting only to soon realize we lived in the same town, then the same area, then the same ward and we knew each other. He asked who I was...since we were talking via screen names and I said Sister
Woodson, he said Brother Wilson. I asked which one....there are 3 and they are all married. He was in the middle of a divorce at the time. That was in December we started chatting....then we went out a few times as friends only of course and with the Bishops approval. Then I remember him calling and asking me on our first official date.
His divorce was final that day. March 19 1997 we had our first "real" date. It was wonderful and the night we decided to get married. We set a date for June. I began looking for wedding dresses and said..."I can't buy one until I have a ring....Dad's rules." I got my ring in April after we went to see a
Titanic exhibit, lunch, and we ended up at an older historic home tour. There was a music box on a shelf and in it set my ring. I was so excited I could not stop crying. This man was going to be my eternal companion.
WOOHOO!!!! We went straight to see mom and show her. Then to my grandparents who already knew he was asking since he had talked to them. They were so excited. My grandparents were becoming
insta-great grandparents. They loved it. And they always ever treated Sterling and Savannah as their own great-
grand kids. We found out we had to wait on a letter from the 1st presidency since George had been married in the Temple before....so we began the wait. And was it a wait. We had several dates set....I think 5 total. Finally the end of August we got our letter. 2 weeks later we were at the St. Louis Temple to be sealed. We did not have everyone we wanted there...we were just tired of waiting to be married. It was wonderful and thus began our life. George could not be more perfect for me. He loves me no matter what and he deals so well with my health problems and supports me always. If he can he stays at the hospital with me whenever I need him. If he can't....he calls often to keep me company over the phone. I love him so much and am so blessed to have him as my eternal companion. He is my best friend, my confident, my lover, my
comforter, my joy, my
children's father, my protector, and my husband. I love him so much...and it seems to grow more and more every day. He makes sure we all have what we need...and usually what we want. He provides so well for us, he gives us a beautiful home to live in and gives his time to care for and love for all as needed. He is my Hero and for him I will be always
grateful. I thank the Lord often for bringing him into my life when he did. I needed him. I love you babe...and thanks for 11 amazing years.