16/02/2026
🌹 From the Owner of Born to be a Florist
I am the owner of a small flower shop called Born to be a Florist.
I don’t just sell flowers —
I sell care, intention, and equality.
Whoever walks into my shop,
no matter how small their budget is,
they will walk out with flowers and happiness.
Because I believe love should never be something only the wealthy can afford.
My real profit is not measured in the money left in my account.
It is measured in smiles.
In the sparkle in someone’s eyes when they hold a bouquet
and say, “She’s going to love this.”
That is my true reward.
London is cold.
Flowers must stay in the cold.
My hands endure the freezing air,
my back aches,
my body grows tired —
but every bouquet must be perfect, detailed, and on time
for the hands that will use it to say “I love you.”
For many people,
Valentine’s Day is romantic.
For me,
it is exhaustion.
Since I was young,
I have fought and worked without giving up.
Now, almost 50 years old,
with over 33 years of experience as a florist,
there has never really been a Valentine’s Day
where I sat in a restaurant,
holding hands with someone who loves me.
Every year,
my Valentine’s Day is about making countless others happy
through the flowers I create.
Some nights I finish work in pain,
my body sore,
collapsing into bed without strength left.
Yet at the same time,
somewhere in the city,
someone is smiling,
someone is hugging,
someone is feeling loved —
because of the flowers that left my hands.
I may not receive flowers on that day.
But I am the reason flowers carry meaning.
And even if Valentine’s Day feels like suffering for me every year,
I still choose this path.
Because I love what I do.
And I am proud of it. 🌹