One summer, I found myself in my basement, pressing a wedding bouquet for a gal I barely knew. I hadn’t planned on becoming the keeper of floral memories, but I knew her bouquet held something worth preserving--something worth more than wedding photos could capture. I had missed the chance to save my own wedding flowers, and I didn't want to let her miss hers. So, I searched the internet, guessed my way through the process, and pressed each bloom with a hopeful heart.

I checked the press like a gardener with buried seeds, holding my breath each day as I checked on the flowers' progress. When the petals were completely dried, I held my breath again as I arranged them piece by piece, loving the new growth taking shape before my eyes. Then came the moment of releasing my work to the framer, and I held my breath one last time as the delicate blooms were carefully sealed. Finally, I held the fully bloomed and preserved bouquet in my hands.

When I delivered the finished piece to the bride, I finally exhaled. Such a satisfying exhale. Something had taken root in me. I was hooked.

What started as a single act—one seed—has bloomed into a sweet mission. I now help others preserve the beauty of their most meaningful moments, because I know what it’s like to wish you had. I see each bouquet not just as flowers, but as part of a journey: something once blooming, now pressed and preserved, carrying its story forward.

This is more than art. It’s memory. It’s growth. It’s yours.