If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away.
-Henry David Thoreau
This one is for Nathan. My unbelievably smart little boy. My big-hearted Punkin Head. My funny little man who cracks me up a dozen times a day. My sweet son who never gives up no matter how hard things are for him. Things aren’t always easy, they don’t always make sense, but you just keep on marching, keep on trying. You’re going great places, Nathan, and don’t ever let anyone tell you different.