06/25/2025
Friday, June 20 was your birthday, Pops. And I let myself feel it all.
I rested. I created. I let the tears fall when they came. I laughed at old memories, felt you move through the music, the silence, the scent of the candles I made in your honor.
I ate some good brisket with smoked white cheddar jalapeño mac and cheese — a plate I know you would’ve appreciated. And as I worked, I kept thinking about you. About your laugh. Your presence. Your rhythm. How deeply you loved us.
And on Sunday, at the farmers market, I wore your shirt and your necklace. A small way to carry you with me. It was a beautiful day. A soulful day. One filled with connection, warmth, and a quiet kind of joy. The kind I think you’d be proud of.
Muses of Wellness was born from grief, but it’s held by love. And this next collection? Every scent, every vessel, every word — is for you. You’re in all of it. Always.
This is my love letter to you, Daddy. Thank you for being the muse behind my healing.
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If you’ve ever loved someone so deeply that their memory lives in every joy you create — this is for you. The tribute collection is coming. Stay close.
*I do not own the rights to this music.*