This is my Uncle Steve. He is the only Uncle I have on my mother's side of the family. He is the third born child, and only son of my Grandaddy and Grandma. Uncle Steve is my Momma's younger brother.

Uncle Steve is the patriarch of our family. If he has not heard from you in a few weeks, he will call you to make sure you are alright. He does not allow anyone to talk bad about another family member without telling you, "Well, that's your family, and you only have one family." It's simply not allowed, no matter how true it may be. He knows who the children are of aunts and uncles from generations back. It has always amazed me how he can keep track of all that. (it goes back to him being superman, I am sure.) He is the glue that holds this family together. Oh believe me, we are your typical family with fall outs and disagreements that last for years. BUT.. if you want to know how that one family member is doing, but do not want to call them, you call Uncle Steve, he can tell you.

Uncle Steve always makes me laugh, and will set me straight if he sees I'm making the wrong decision about something. Yes, even at 35, I still get reprimanded by him. It's quite alright tho, because it makes me know that he still loves me and only wants what is best for me.

When I was growing up, Uncle Steve was superman, in my eyes. Standing well over 6 feet tall, he seemed to effortlessly touch the sky. He is as southern as they come,and has been known to wear overalls. Yes, he has that southern country accent, that even makes me smile.

I love you Uncle Steve.. you are the greatest uncle in the entire world. :)