Today I was sick with the respiratory version of the creeping funk. My daughter is an ex-micropreemie with chronic lung disease, and although she's doing fabulously, I didn't want her to get sick, too, so I stayed away from her all day. Didn't hug her. Drew. Drawing is like breathing for me but MAN. I missed my kid something fierce.
I was also thinking about the big, bone-crunching hugs my mom doles out.
This is available from the print shop.
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Hey I saw your comment on my blog. Thanks for checking in, I love to hear success stories!
So, I guess these would be the alternative to the fighting cephalopods?
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