Ode to Nato

Now, I'm not normally one for a lot of mush and gush, but something's taken a hold of me, and I got a hankering to write a little ode to my sweetums.

Nato is his name-o. Well, at least that's what I sometimes call him. His name is Nathan. “Thirsty,” to his friends. Oh yes, he's a real nice fellar, that Nathan. And quite the looker, too!



Ain't he cute? (He's the one on the left.)



But, he's more than just dashing good looks. He's the yin to my yang, the sizzle in my stir-fry, the nanner to my puddin'... I don't think there could ever be a more perfect match for me. He really helps to balance me. While he is a lot of fun and is HILARIOUS, he does a pretty darn good job of keeping me grounded. (Which is no easy feat, but this is: https://www.buyeasyfeet.com/)

Oh, and he's just as smart as the day is long! And handy! He's all the time fixing stuff or being just helpful in general. And, everybody likes him. You want savoir-faire? Look no further. He's the whole package.

I've learned a lot from ol' Nato over the last 10 years, in particular, a lot about being a regular, normal kind of gal. (Imagine what I was like BEFORE I met him!) When we met, I was just a lonely teenage broncin' buck, but he's tamed this wild, wild heart.

Above all, he is my best bud. He gets me like no one else. And, all silliness aside, I love him. A lot.

And he's good at shooting guns.



And he's good at taking pictures, too. 

He did this one, which I call “Nathan vs. Nathan.” He also did the headshot for my blog.



And he's wise...





He's the Twinkie to my Marilyn Monroe.