05/11/2026
I LOVED making the bouquets this week. They intentionally had a little bit of everything in them - just like mothers do.
Motherhood isn’t one-note - it’s softness and steadiness and elegance and resilience and practicality and beauty… all while running on three hours of sleep and cold coffee... So layered, each layer connected to the next. 🌸
And this little flower-filled corner of my life began with my own Mom. She’s no longer here, and sometimes I wonder what she would think of these slightly chaotic weekends spent doing something I truly love. She herself was always a little chaotic too - in the very best way - so I'm pretty sure I would have her stamp of approval... she was always ready for a new adventure, a new chapter, a new reinvention.
I would give anything to hand her another bloom… or a whole world of them. But I love the memories she left me, and somehow they feel woven through all of this, too. 🤍