Matt Nathaniel Hutchison
April 15th , 1990 – October 17th 2005 ♥
On Easter Sunday , we were hiding Easter eggs when i went in labor . My then sister-in-law , took me to the hospital . At 11:59 pm a seven pound ten oz baby boy was born .
He was always such a character , always a momma’s boy . As he grew up he loved to skate board , playing baseball , and BMX’ing . He was a very adventures person . Always a dare devil , and willing to try new things . In Summer time he would always find someones grass to cut or a yard to rake , for some extra money .
When it came down to 5th grade graduation , he hated that fact that he had to sing ” i hope you dance ” , with the class . I remember telling him that years to come you would really know what the song means . It breaks my heart every time i heard that song .
Up until he was 15 , he always loved for me to scratch his back . Never really knew why , he just enjoyed it . Actually he would get pretty much anyone to do it .
He loved tacos with a passion . He could eat 12 in one sitting . I still haven’t eaten them , to this day or fixed them . He loved his brothers and sisters so much .
When his youngest sister Lexi was born , he would always love to give her piggy-back rides . They both really seemed to enjoy that . He taught her to walk and helped with potty training . He would always love to make her say ” hot dog wiener ” .
In 6th grade he had to take health and development , everyone had to take home a baby and instead of going out and playing with his friends , he actually took on the responsibly of doing all the work his self . He got a A+ on the project .
For a while he lived with his dad . Which was one of the worst mistakes of my life . I remember while talking to him on the phone , his dads girlfriend asked him to get off the phone or something , and i know the phone went dead . She choked him with the phone cord , he in response punched her in the eye . I found out about it weeks latter . He begged me not to say anything to his dad or his dads girlfriend , because of fear of his dad .
I remember the last Christmas ( 2004 ) , i got him a new pair of Air force ones . He wanted me to take a picture of just the shoes on his feet , nothing else . It was funny then , especially now .
I always remember how beautiful his hand writing was . How much he enjoyed keeping his room clean .