Dear Matt,

     I’ve been thinking about the baby I lost when you were 2 years old.  I didn’t know if it was a boy or girl.  We didn’t even know if you were a boy or girl.  We wanted to find out at birth. 

     I had a midwife who delivered you at Granny’s house, so I didn’t do all those modern things 1987 had to offer.  I was convinced you were a girl.  Your dad didn’t call it. 

     Boys don’t run much in our family.  Out of us 5 grandchildren, 4 of us were girls and I boy. 

     If you were a girl, I was going to name you Brittany Rose.  Brittany, because I’ve always loved the name, and...

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