03/13/2026
Its taken me almost a week to process & post this.
Two plus years of our lives have been poured into this dream.
Long days. Longer nights. Sacrifices most people will never see.
Our entire family and close friends working together to build something special for our community. Every detail of this new space was created with love, intention, and the belief that we were building something meaningful.
Years of working countless hours… running multiple businesses… pouring every ounce of my time, energy, and heart into building something bigger than myself.
Years of not collecting a single paycheck.
Years of believing that the purpose behind the work would be worth the sacrifice.
Opening the doors to our new storefront felt like the beginning of something beautiful.
And then, in a moment, we watched water rush through the space… flooding the floors and damaging the very place we had just finished bringing to life.
It’s hard to describe the feeling of standing there watching something you fought so hard for begin to unravel right in front of your eyes. The exhaustion. The heartbreak. The disbelief.
But moments like this are where faith matters most.
When everything feels uncertain… when the work feels overwhelming… when your heart feels heavy… faith reminds you that this is not the end of the story.
We will clean it up.
We will rebuild.
And we will open our doors again.
Because dreams built with purpose, resilience, and faith doesn't disappear in a storm.
They rise again.
