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Not Forgetting....

Today, I was surprised to open the mailbox and find a small package inside.  I just about pooped my pants when I saw it was from Mark (I use that expression in complete honor of him)!  It was addressed to Johannah and John, both of whom had birthdays last month.

Mark has apologized, in advance, for these gifts.  Only being able to shop at the store at the MTC leaves few possibilities for anything, except t-shirts and shampoo (or that's what he says).  What he doesn't realize is that we just don't care--we're so thrilled to hear from him, and knowing how busy he is, we appreciate anything he does to show us he even remembers us!



John pulled out a t-shirt, and it was pretty cool.  A Germany t-shirt with a few handwritten words on it which loosely translate as "I am a super cool man."  John has an extensive collection of t-shirts, so it was a great gift.

John was sitting across the table from me, and as he turned the front of the shirt to himself, I gasped as I saw the back of it:


Here's what it says:

Ok, so Daddy, just like every year, I never know quite what is perfect for you, and considering I'm here on a mission @ the MTC, the ability to get anything is really limited.  But despite all that, I figured that you wouldn't mind having another t-shirt that just tells everybody how awesome you are :-) 

Happy Birthday!

Thank you sooooo much for all you do and all you keep doing for me!  Seriously, thanks so much, Daddy, for having me fix cars and work outside and build sheds cause it all has taught me how to be a Man-Dawg!!!  You're the REAL MAN-DAWG and thanks so much for all you do all the time!!!!!!

I love you!!! (written in Russian)

Mark

Thanks, Markie-Boy, for remembering your hard-working dad.  Just like him, you never forget about the people you love.

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