When we were staying at my parents house in between moves I received a call one Friday morning from my Uncle Tim. Uncle Tim by true definition of the word 'uncle' is not my uncle, but by true definition of 'deeply loved family member' is. He is my dad's cousin. They have always been very close. Uncle Tim has been a part of many special memories growing up. He called that Friday morning to see if he could spend the night at my parent's house while he made a quick trip to Austin for the day. My parents were out of town on a trip, but I of course said come on over. He stayed the night and we got to have a little time to catch up. He got to play with the kids some and meet Skylyn for the first time. It was a short but special trip. Love you Uncle Tim!
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