The music, the art. mmmmm

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My boys and I went for dinner tonight for chinese. After dinner we went to Chuckie Cheese, it was a good night.
We went to get Missis hair done today for the prom which was tonight. While we waited for her to be finished we went for a walk through the building which is full of new business's and offices. One business is a budding "artist" photographer. We strolled past her window of her work. Allie and I both loved her stuff. Very natural beautiful light and stunning sittings of children. We stopped and looked i her main window and both gasped... the largest size poster photograph in her window was a child that looked JUST LIKE JACK>
JUST LIKE HIM< IDENTICAL EVEN<
we looked at each other and both said that is so much looking like Jack...
My head began to swim, I got dizzy, felt my heart pound and felt the blood drain from my face.
It was a picture of MY JACK
How could a total stranger have a poster size photo of my son in her studio window?
Beautiful yes, but when, how, where was I, why is he looking directly into her lens? So close to him, who is this woman and why is she catching my sons blue eyes, and beautiful hair without us knowing.
I almost passed out. I asked allie over and over is that him? Am I crazy. No that is him and we both panicked.
I called Andy and asked if he took him to that studio for pics maybe for Mothers day and he freaked as well. No he didnt know her and didnt know how it happened.
We will see this woman first thing monday morning to find out the scoop. Until then.
I will take a deep breath, and keep him really close.
Love my boy.

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