The day in which he Marched Forth into the world!

Happy Birthday, Nathan!!! 

This boy was born when I was seven years old, in Issaquah. He was a whopping 10lbs14oz, with a mop of thick dark brown hair (who ever heard of a baby's first haircut the day he's born?). I remember holding him for the first time, that chubby, swollen, red baby with closed eyes. It didn't take more than half a second to fall completely in love, and in love I have stayed. Today he turns 13, and I'm trying not to flip out. That little baby is now my height and sits in the front seat of the car. What's going on? That boy (and those other two kiddos) are the reason I love going home so much whenever I can. I just hate not being around them all the time!

Anyway, I'm going to stop. He'd be so embarrassed to read all this (I'm such a sap!). 

So Happy Birthday to the sweetest and most caring 13 year old boy in the world!

I can't wait to go home and celebrate with you in six weeks! 

I LOVE YOU.