Our most asked for palette, lovingly named after my grandmother.

Teta Yvonne,
You and I were continents apart for most of my life, but the impact you had on me is felt every time my dad speaks. You raised him tenderly. You co-shape him into what I know to be the essence of sacrificial love.Preserving the generous, selflessness you embedded into our lineage feels like sacred work that I am privileged to attempt to carry on.
The few memories I do have of you convey so much about who you were. When I close my eyes, I can see your balcony & stairway entry lined with cut open two-liter bottles that you used to propagate plants. I lovingly do the same thing—but with wine bottles along my window sills. I guess the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.
I can still see you unable to walk, but lovingly choosing to come to the Red Sea to be there with me the first time I go. I can still hear you telling the family to break some cultural norms to make my trips more fun.I still remember the stories my dad and cousins would share about you— about how you would feed the street kids with your own body.
May this bouquet honor you. May it convey love the way you gave it, so selflessly, and with everything you had to give.

*Please note that the colors of the images shown willbe honored. If any blooms shown in the images become unavailable we will make appropriate substitutions.