For Brittney I’m in the middle You with the afghan that I crocheted for you. You being held by my Grandmother on my Mom’s side. I could swear you were smiling. I’m the one looking at the yearbook. This was after my attempt at being blonde. I cannot pull off blonde hair. My grandmother knit the dress you are wearing here. You had baby acne when you were born. My Greek friend. He wanted to date – I did not, but he was quite good looking. Your birth father – Joe Leitner Joe again. This is a group of us that worked at Dominos. I’m in the back, second from the left – hat hair was abundant that day. Let me know when you’ve seen these so I can delete the page from others being able to see it.