My husband’s name is Timm (yes, with two M’s), and his gifts are an excellent way to showcase who he is.
Timm is a baby whisperer. If you have a baby, he’s going to hold that baby, and love that baby, and do his best to make that baby love him back. Most of the time, it works. Babies are happy in his arms. (None of the babies in these photos are our children!) It’s a gift.
Timm shows up. If you are in the hospital, he is going to visit you while you’re there. If there is a funeral, and he is within driving distance, he is attending. If there is a baby dedication, or a baptism, or a house warming, or a visitation, or a ribbon-cutting, he is going to be there every single time without fail. It’s a gift.
Timm is a connection-maker. He has a magnetic personality and can make people feel comfortable in record time. Before they even know what’s happening, they are sharing their life story and deepest struggles with him. It’s a gift.
Timm has a trivia brain. He can recall statistics, song lyrics, actor’s names, directorial debuts, and can name a movie within thirty seconds of seeing the opening credits. It’s a gift.
Timm can make the best damn sandwich you have ever eaten. It doesn’t matter what kind it is (turkey, bacon, pot roast, meatloaf), it’s going to pack a flavor punch like you never thought possible. He carefully arranges the ingredients in a particular order and always give detailed thought to the sauce or dressing so that it enhances every bite. It’s a gift.
Timm enjoys whiskey. It began as a casual interest and has grown into a hundred-and-fifty-bottle collection. He can tell you the nuances of each one, along with a history of the name, where it was bottled, and the guy’s name who made the casks. It’s a gift.
Timm leads others well. Younger men flock to be around him and learn what it means to be a man. Those without fathers come to him for fatherly advice and lean into his wisdom and physical affection to help sooth the ache that comes with missing a dad. It’s a gift.
More than anything, Timm loves his children well. He dances with his daughters, builds fires with his son, prays with them before school, relentlessly holds the bar high for what he expects, cuddles with them on the couch, has tickle fights on the floor, and works hard to provide for whatever they need. It’s a gift.
Timm is my husband, and his gifts make me smile!