My oldest kid. As I call him, my tester kid. I brought him home from the hospital when I was 17 years old and completely clueless. I had no idea how to change a diaper, make a bottle or bath him. I fed him three jars of baby food everyday, starting the day I brought him home because I didn’t know any better.
I have a different relationship with him than I do his brothers. I was so young. I don’t think I was as motherly as I was with his brothers. Beau is so protective of me.
He is a big guy. 6’2″ and 220 pounds. Blonde hair and blue eyes. He is always smiling. He is a chef at a resort and very serious about his job but he is good at it.
He loves the outdoors. He camps and fishes and hikes and snowboards. He gets that from Luke.
After Luke died, Drew, our youngest, struggled. He started drinking too much and I didn’t know how to fix it. Wyatt just told him he needed to stop and get it together. That’s what Wyatt did.
But Beau swooped in and took his little brother up north with him. He moved him in with him and Autumn, hired him and just spent time with him. Drew is doing so much better now. I am so proud of him.
All my boys are close, but Beau and Drew have always had this special bond since they are so much alike.
Sometimes I look back and wonder how Beau survived Luke and I!!!