Where I’m at these days.

I illustrated Valentine’s greeting cards we actually need: image of craft beer brewing hipster hunk in recline with text “I’m going to therapy (like you suggested, many times). Happy Valentine’s Day” and image of scissors with text “I got a vasectomy. Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Here are illustrations of the nightly ritual w my husband where we hold each other close along w our doomies and gloomies. We were once closeted about expressing such things to each other but now I imagine yall might be having similar convos. Does this resonate w you?