not a wig.

Last Week, Mama got a new hair do…

not a wig.

Jack was hilarious when I arrived to pick him up after my appointment. He immediately reached for me when I walked up and said hello. Once in my arms, Jack leaned back and focused intently on my hair and face as if you ask Do I know you?

My sister-in-law snapped this photo a couple of minutes after I arrived…

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Jack took to my new hair quickly and wanted to show me things.
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