My Uncle Timmy is one of my favorite people. I’ve always had fun with him. Growing up, we’d play together as he always had cool toys. We’d color together or have pillow fights or bust out Rock’em Sock’em Robots. He may be 20 years my senior but still a child at heart. My granny calls him her Peter Pan.
Uncle Timmy gives himself unselfishly, always wanting to greet strangers, shake a hand, give a hug. He may introduce himself as Joe Cartwright, but he is as friendly as they come. He has many friends and many people that care about him that they give into his uncomprehendable conversations. His speech may not be great but it does not stop him from telling stories.
As his 50th birthday approached, my mom and her brothers and sister planned a party for him after church. He loved it all – the food, the kisses, the birthday cards that came fully stocked with cash. Timmy is the youngest brother, the one that never grew up, the baby brother that still gets all the attention. He is a bright star to my family and I’m sure my aunts, uncles and cousins all feel the same as I do – our lives wouldn’t be the same without him.
Two of Timmy’s favorite things: cash and UK. I still don’t understand the fixation on UK.
He also loves bowling but we won’t get into that obsession.
We had a couple of new babies floating around too. Third cousins of mine.
I cannot believe my second cousins are already having babies. *mind blown*
And with another milestone behind him, Uncle Timmy is now being reminded he is 50, not 49.
We love you, Uncle Timmy. Happy 50th birthday to you.