Today well sitting around the dinner table with my parents we started talking about names.  Turns out we all hate our givin names, they were a little upset that i didn't like the name they chose.  My mom looked over at me and said "well i think it's better then the name your birth-mother picked out."  After a couple minutes of suspense "she named you Krystal, spelled with a K.  Definitely a name picked out by a teenager."     hahaha it's so true.

I have no idea who she is, but she stayed with me for 3 days in the hospital, wrote me a beautiful letter, gave me a fantastic name, and loved me enough to give me a great life with parents that she hand picked.   Maybe someday i'll meet her.