Mark is my best friend and soulmate. He was feeling bad that I didn't put anything up about him, so here it goes. Mark loves to play and watch basketball. Man can he jump. Westley told me in confidence that his dad was 'getting old and could hardly dunk anymore,' but I know otherwise. The truth is he can still outplay if not outlast his almost 14 year old son. I think there is some rivalry going on between them. The time of teenageness is coming to Wes. He use to look up to us, but now thinks he knows everything.
Mark also loooooves music. He is a killer guitarist and finally has a small home studio. I "let" him have a bigger room in the basement to house his growing collection of guitars. He wishes he has more time to play, compose, record and learn new music, but he is very unselfish.
Mark is a jack of all trades. He refinished our basement, built me a storage room, built me a fence for our yard, put in tile, remodeled the other two floors top to bottom and keeps the yard work up. He is a hard worker and good supporter of our family.
To keep me happy he goes on hikes with me so I don't disappear one day, listens to me talk, complain, dream and gossip for hours. Sometimes he helps me do my jobs when I need it. He helps out with the kids and occasionally cleans the house (especially if family or friends are coming over). He lets me do whatever I want, even if it isn't the best choice. He lets me learn from my mistakes. The best part is he loves me despite all of my shortcomings. I am glad he honors his priesthood and is a righteous man.
