I was six years old when Skyler was born, and I remember that day well. My aunt came to stay with us and woke us up in the middle of the night to tell us we had a new baby brother. At the hospital the next day I remember thinking he was a little funny looking, but I was so excited to hold him and take care of him.
I started changing his diapers right away, feeding him, watching him while my mom napped- I even slept with him at nights and rocked him to sleep when he cried. I even had nightmares about him being in danger! The earliest dream I remember, I was giving baby Skyler a bath and I left him alone for a second and he drowned. It was pretty traumatizing.
Anyway I remember one day when he was at the age when he could pull himself up to stand, but couldn’t walk yet- he was in his playpen and I was on the other side putting my face and hands against the netting. He would put his face against my face and his hands against my hands. It was the first time I remember feeling absolutely, heart-meltingly, in love.
He was a cutie-patootie, red headed toddler and a precocious young child. I went off to college when he was 12 and missed most of his awkward, punk teenage years.
He still has some rebellious, little brother tendencies, but he has also had a lot of success in his little life. He had been the lead in the school musical twice, was captain of the soccer team, went to state for
wrestling and track, was the lead trumpet and only baritone in band, was in student body government, key club, national honor society, choir, varsity club, was the prom prince, and ended his senior year as salutatorian. Actually co-salutatorian. :-).
Last weekend was a big one for Skyler- he graduated from high school and spoke at his baccalaureate and at his graduation, and the next day had his Eagle Scout court of honor.
He’s checked just about everything off in this portion of his life and will be heading to BYU in the fall. We are P-R-O-U-D of him, and can’t wait to see what success awaits him in the next stage of life!