I wasn’t just playing pretend—I was building empires at the age of five.

If you look closely at this picture, you’ll see the table where I hosted all my “business safaris” as a little girl. That corner was my boardroom, my storefront, my dream launchpad. I was already organizing, selling, creating. But the part that gives me chills? Look next to me—what’s always there? A flower.

Even then, at such a young age, I knew instinctively that flowers needed to be near me. I didn’t need to be taught. I felt it in my bones. The presence of a flower was never about decoration—it was about energy. I could feel it grounding me, inspiring me, wrapping my little spirit in something sacred and sweet.

To this day, I can’t work, think, or breathe creatively unless there’s a flower next to me. And I’m not exaggerating—whether it’s a single stem on a windowsill or a full-blown arrangement blooming beside my workspace, the energy of the flower brings me home to myself.

People ask me all the time, “Why flowers?” My answer is: because they speak when nothing else can. They calm, they lift, they romance, they heal. They’re visual prayers.

I was born a businesswoman, yes—but I was raised by flowers. And to this day, everything I create, every arrangement I touch, every flower prescription I deliver—it’s all rooted in that little girl’s knowing: the flower always belongs beside you.