I love Nathan. 

I love that he talks to me and I almost always understand him. 

I love that he tells me things he won't tell anyone else. 

I love that he asks me questions about how I'm doing. 

He listens and he remembers. 

When he understands something, he shows it. 

When he loves someone, he tells him or her. 

When he cares about you, you know it. 

When he wants to greet you, it doesn't matter what is between you, he will forge through it and he will greet you. 

If you laugh at his joke, like his music, or cheer for a team, he will tell it again, play it again, and cheer with you every time he sees you. If the interaction was successful once then he believes it will be the next 100 times. 

Rooms brighten, smiles appear, voices get louder, and high fives abound when he walks in. He is not inhibited or detoured by the chance of there being awkwardness. He stomps past the awkward and goes straight to the comfortable. 

He is also embarrassing, confusing, infuriating, and depressing but who isn't? :)

He's a beautiful mess who's life I celebrate and thank God for (almost) every day. 

Happy Birthday Brother.