23 years ago today Anna and I hustled down to Alta Bates to see what kind of prize she had been brewing for the previous nine months. We hit the jackpot. Nate popped out. He was a pretty cute little dude, and along side his protective and loving big brother, he grew up to be a fine young man.
This photo was taken a couple of years ago. The cowboy hat was a souvenir of a geology field trip to the Badlands. Nate is a wonderful young man. I know I speak for Anna when I say we love him with our whole being.
Happy 23rd, Nathan Jon Hurty. And many happy returns.