12/04/2026
Sundays 🤍
Growing up, there were always fresh cut flowers in our home.
It became a rhythm… one I’ve carried into my own life.
Often handpicked—
from fields, forests, the side of the road.
Simple. Seasonal. Alive.
Now, Sundays are for slowing down.
For taking stock.
For coming back to what matters.
And of course, flowers are part of that.
They welcome you home.
They say I’m thinking of you.
They comfort. They hold. They soften.
A small bundle of joy that keeps reminding us of the here & now.
Because flowers don’t last forever—
they were never meant to.
And maybe that’s exactly why
they invite us to pause… just a little longer. 🌿