Mark was my little terrorist.
He couldn't sit still.
Full of adventure and curiosity.
Thankful for picking a short easy name.
Mark Christopher you stepped on my
last nerve sometimes. We both sat
in time out.
He broke the same leg twice before he was five.
When the fire engine pulled out of our neighborhood.
It had to be, Mark.
Volcanoes created behind his closed bedroom door.
Baking soda and vinegar, don't you know.
Secret burns on the furniture.
He'd flip the chairs to experiment.
We definitely paid up front.
Never a day of worry during your teen years.
Honest, dependable and faithful.
As a teen, you'd call if you were going
to be late. You still ask for our advice when
you are not confident of the consequences.
We love you so much.