Today is my nephew Nicholas's birthday. Nick is the second son of my dear sister, Carla. He is full of fun and has a lively sense of humor. But there is much, much more to Nick.
At age 27, he was called as Bishop of his ward. Though this is not unheard of, it is somewhat unusual for a young man of that age to be called as Bishop, a position where he counels and, at times, calls to repentance people many years his senior.
When his father died, Nick took over even more responsibilities, including advising Carla about financial matters and helping her wade through the morass of papers and forms with which she must deal. More, he is an emotional support to her (as are her other three children). Many times, she has said to me, "I don't know what I'd do without Nick."
So, for today, I am grateful for Nicholas.