A little over a week ago on September 26th my husband hit a milestone birthday. The big 3-0! I am exactly two weeks younger than him so next week I, unfortunately, hit the same milestone. I hate getting older. I'm not gonna lie. I like being young and the feeling of having my whole life ahead of me. I guess it helps that I look about 5-10 years younger than I actually am (people usually guess I'm around 21 years old).
Anyway! This is not about me. It's about Mark's birthday. Here are some pics that I've taken from around his mom's house of him when he was a youngster and, yes, I did take them with my phone's camera because we left our printer/scanner in the states with half of our other possessions that wouldn't fit in our car...so that means you get to see some high quality, classy photos of him as a funster (my mom's made up word for toddlers).
Then there are some pics from some birthday celebrations with cake and Mark blowing out not 30 candles.
Loving the mullet on the left and Chelsea's gloves. On the right: Mark has always loved cars (notice the look on his face = I look pretty fly in this sweet ride).
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