Your tattoos make want to cry, but I love you anyway. Love mom. Wait I am not supposed to have children. Could, you really be my child or not. Sometimes God sometimes moves souls around, so who knows who is related to who. Either way, I think I might be a grandma. Blake came up with the name raelynn and if I did not come up with the name Rachel, then that is not your name. Mary and Ron have no business intervening with my life.