My Uncle David loved the littles. He would cuddle a baby, toss a toddler, or press a squealing child up against the ceiling in my Grannie's living room.
Napping with a baby Gabby
Hanging out with Nate
He was a kind man, who enjoyed a lively debate with his brothers.
He was married to his wife, Cyndi, since before I have memory.
He was a husband. The father of a teenage boy. A son. A brother. An uncle, great uncle, and great-great uncle many times over. A Boy Scout leader. A coach. A friend.
In loving memory.