Today, I want to wish a very happy birthday to the father of my children.
The maker of the dinners, the arbiter of the playlist, the master of the remote, the orderer of the wine, the pusher of the buttons, the teller of the fart jokes, the lover of animals, the dreamer of big dreams, the devotee of all pork products.
And the guy who is just hilarious enough to do this to his arms. Permanently. For life.
Happy birthday Nate.