Malcolm Allistair Wildszewski

Malcolm was born on a snowy April morning. He smiled early, crawled and walked and climbed sooner than we expected, and made our family feel complete. When he ran, his enormous cheeks would bounce up and down; his nose, cheeks and mouth made the shape of a heart when he smiled. His daycare teachers would often remark at how easy he was – “like sunshine.” One nicknamed him the Dali Llama. Another said that when watching us with Malcolm, they’d never seen people love parenting as much as we did.

Malcolm loved to dance, loved to run, loved to be pushed in the stroller by one of his moms while he chanted: “go Mama go! go Mommy go!” He loved to eat, loved to climb, and climb on the cat. But there was nothing he loved more, adored more, than his big brother.

Malcolm could often be found looking out the window at the birds where, without fail, he would tell us there was a Robin walking. He was generous with his joy. He was curious, bright and thriving.

We miss him every moment of every day.