Happy Birthday Timothy 2006

To the outside world we all grow old. But not to brothers and sisters. We know each other as we always were. We know each other's hearts. We share private family jokes. We remember family feuds and secrets, family griefs and joys. We live outside the touch of time. ~Clara Ortega

Timothy and a new coat.


Timothy and Tommy Mac.


As I look back on the years, I realize that Timothy was my first baby.
I am so much older than my baby brother that I am able to remember the day my parents brought him home, his first steps, his first smile, and his loving and gentle nature.

I realize there have been so many times when my heart has been touched by his laughter and joy…

Timothy showing me a car.

Something he would say or a word he would make up would brighten my days and lighten my heart. He made his own words and some of them were better than words that already exist. I remember flooshing.” Look at that bird that went flooshing by!” I think it was a combination of flying and swooshing. It was a good word.

There were so many times, when his wide open arms and soft gentle smile, helped ease all my troubles away. His laugh when I warmed his Giraffe’s nose on a lamp and kissed him goodnight melted my heart.

Timothy at one of my horse shows.
Timothy and Dan

It was very difficult to leave Timothy when I joined the Air Force. I have never stopped missing him. I am proud of him! I love him with all of my heart.

Timothy and Puma.



Timothy and my Dad. They both have a love for boating.



Timothy has become a great man. He gave me an awesome sister when he married. I love them both very much. It does not seem to matter how old he gets, he will always be my baby brother.



Dear Timothy & Heather,
Thank you for making such a beautiful difference in my life...so many times.

Timothy Christmas 2003.