Mark

My youngest son's name is Mark and today is his 15th birthday. I remember the day he was born. (Isn't that what moms are suppose to say?)

I often joke that he was born in the gym, thus explaining his basketball expertise. Actually, we did make it to the hospital on time but since that day Mark has seen more than his share of the inside of a gym. He's spent countless hours watching his father coach, watching his older brothers play, and proving that he has a pretty good shot of his own.

But even if Mark wasn't good at basketball, or ping pong, or badminton, or baseball, or backgammon, or guitar hero, or the many other things he's good at... I would still love him. I would still be proud of the person he is. He's independent with a mind of his own and goals that he is aiming to achieve. He's friendly and funny and generous. He's becoming a wonderful young man.

Now if we could just get him to go to bed on time!