We often search for meaning like it’s something to achieve.
But sometimes, it’s already here —
in the little gestures,
in the ordinary beauty,
in the quiet joy that can’t be bought.
As women, we’re often moved by the smallest things.
(And honestly, I believe men are too.)
A shared laugh.
A moment of stillness.
The feeling that someone else’s day got brighter — because of you.
That, for me, is home.
Especially in my world of hospitality.
Where joy is built from presence, attention, and heart.
So here’s to everyone who has been working all thes may sundays and holidays —
making others feel happy, welcome, cared for.
You are the soul of this world. 💛
