Before I had even learned his name, I asked Tim’s mother (my neighbor), Joyce, “So, everybody says what great kids you have. How did you raise them to turn out that way?” This simple question led to several conversations, viewings of childhood memoirs and highschool books with an emphasis on the eldest – a handsome blonde, with broad shoulders.
After college, Tim moved home and took a long-term substitute job as a teacher. He also got to know his younger brothers still at home and the girl next door (Me!). During this time, I vividly remember him saying that he always felt a strong desire to be a good example for his younger brothers. BOOM! He had my heart.
I have heard all of Tim’s names said in adoration. Son, brother, Tio, Uncle Tim, Coach. He is a friend that we all want. He is a lover of words, always using them in their correct form. He is silly and a heck of a kind guy. He is the fun in our lives!
Our nieces and nephews say “Tiiiioooo” with great expectation. They know, we know, he will invest in them. I have watched Tim chase the little ones, lift up, play, and sing “Frozen” songs before bed countless times. I cannot wait to watch this man I love do the same for the sweet littles we will someday call our own.