A Birthday Tribute

Back in college, my then best friend ("Ew, no Mom! I would never date Mark Jones!") convinced me that it was his birthday. The date was December 3. I sang him happy birthday and everything before he started laughing at me. His birthday is July 3rd. Two and a half years later, I married the guy.

Here's how we looked when we met. I know. Super embarrassing!

I don't know what it says about my judgement that I believed him when he was pretty obviously messing with me, but I have never once doubted my judgement in marrying him.

Now, more than a decade after we first met, I am more sure than ever of the decision I made to place my heart, my future, and my children in his care. 

I picked a winner.

Here's how we looked when we got married. This was just a few
months later at a friend's wedding.

Happy birthday Mark!

(And he hasn't just gotten older... he's gotten cuter too. Yup, definitely some good judgement on my part!)

Here's what we look like now. Or, actually, a few months
ago, which is the most recent good photo I have of us.