My Mark is great. The first time I met him,  I was about 8 and he was about 15 (creepy). Don’t worry-nothing going on then except an innocent introduction, a nice kid (Mark) saying hi to a kid cousin (Me) and a very good first impression.

It’s impossible to write all the nice things about him but one of the most important is that he’s so patient with me! I use up most of my patience on the kids and he’s a good sport when I’m unreasonable or snippy or short or distracted. I try hard not to be all of those things but he rarely gets mad. Here’s an example….

Two summers ago we were heading out of town. I had a lot to do so we’d be ready when Mark finished work. We were on our way and the car just stopped. Stopped. Then I remembered that I forgot to get gas. By the way, Honda Odysseys have no reserve. There we were in the middle of traffic and managed to get to the side of the road before calling for help (we were pretty close to club where he works). I looked at him and said “Well, are you going to chew me out.” He looked back and said, “I don’t see how that would do any good.” So I said half joking, “That was a good decision because I’m sure I could come up with about 10 reasons why it was your fault.” And I probably would have if he had decided to let me have it. But honestly, it just isn’t his nature to belittle anyone.

So, I’m blessed. He’s the best dad. All the kids still light up when he pulls up the driveway or walks in the door. Frankly, I’m always glad to see him, too.

As I told him before, even on our worst days, there isn’t anyone I’d rather spend time with.

Happy Birthday, Mark. Thank you for robbing the cradle!

Love,
Me