Love, Brie

I will never forget the day Bellished became real. Like, really real.

You walked through the door with the prettiest bouquet of flowers, tied with a green ribbon—you know how much I love green. You handed me the flowers, kissed me hello, and said, “Guess what?”

I remember the way your eyes lit up, wide with excitement, the way they always do when you can’t wait to share something. After about five guesses, you finally said, “I got you a job at a flower shop.”

When I asked why, you simply said that even if I didn’t realize flowers were my passion, you could see it. From the countless hours I spent wandering through botanical gardens to the way I insisted on building a backyard garden before the ink was even dry on my closing contract—you knew. You knew that flowers were the thing that gave me joy and peace.

So, you put me in the car and drove me to the place where I would spend the next year interning as a floral assistant.

That is why I love you—because you see the things I cannot see. You know exactly when to push me, even when I think I’ve been pushed enough. And the best part? You never leave me to do it alone. When you push me, you push yourself too.

As I’ve grown into my floristry, you’ve been right there beside me—my muscle, my extra pair of hands, my model, my creative director, my floral designer, my delivery driver, my bucket washer. And somewhere along the way, something amazing happened—I watched you fall in love with flowers, too. I saw how your eye for design sharpened, how effortlessly you could bring arrangements to life, how your hands became just as skilled as mine. You’ve become an incredible floral designer in your own right, and I love seeing how much you enjoy it.

And through it all, you never complain—not when the refrigerator is overrun with flowers, not during the constant trips to the trash dump, not even when flowers take over every inch of the house. And still, no matter how many flowers are around me, you always take the time to gift me my own from you.

I cannot thank you enough for setting me on this path and standing by my side through it all. So, this is for you, darling—the reason Bellished became a reality.

Love always.

Brie