Monday, July 24, 2006
Mark is the 7th child. He is 17 now (about 7 and 1/2) years younger than me. I think of him as a beoutiful round little brunette boy following Teddy wherever he went.
One story I remember with Mark was when he was really little, probably around 18 months. We lived in California, my parents weren't home. The doorbell rang, Sarah told me to stay by Mark while she got the door. But I wanted to see who was at the door and ran after her. Mark screams. We go back to find he had picked up the jagged top of a tin can out of the trash and sliced his finger. He had to get stitches and I've always felt guilty about that.
When Mark was getting older while I still lived at home, I was a teenager and too involved with me, me, me to remember a lot about Mark in elementary and so I missed a lot. I know he was ver smart. Skipped a grade, I think 3rd grade. He was pudgy and funny. Then I got to know him from a different view when I didn't live at home.
A couple years ago when I was visiting Mesa, my mom watched Tucker so I could spend a little time with my brothers. I went to their high school and picked up Mark and Ted, I think Ted was a senior and Mark a junior at the time. I got them out of class and took them to a movie. It wasn't anything special, but was one of my favorite times, because I never get to hang out with my brothers.
Mark is very good looking- if you haven't noticed, all of my siblings are pretty dang cute.He had braces and is very proud of beautiful smile. He is so likeable. Has lots of friends and I bet all different kinds of people like him. He is really helpful and giving and a people pleaser I think. He came with my dad and helped us empty the moving van after an already long day of working in the heat. He has the greatest sense of humor and you just want to be around him. He works hard, he is strong, and girls like him. I love my Marky and hope we get more time to hang out together soon!