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There are a TON of ways to say “I love you” without actually, well, saying in.
For example, when David let’s me pick out the movie we’re gonna watch or notices my new nail art… I fall harder. When I make him his favorite dessert or give him foot rubs… I win mayor point.
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“You’re gonna make freshly squeezed juices? No pasteurization? No added water? No sugar? No additives? No preservatives? Wait! You’re telling me they don’t last 76 years in your pantry? Say whaaaaaat? I don’t get it!” They said.
The following year we were given the highest national award for business innovation.
Our door has been knocked multiple times to go bigger, to make more, to cut corners, to take short cuts, to add X to extend shelf life by Y. You name it. We’ve heard it all. It’s seducing, don’t get me wrong, but none of it helps us sleep at night, so we said NO. EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.
After 13 years of making freshly cold-pressed juice daily, we are proud to say YES to a our new ECO bottle. Cause after a while it becomes more than just a family business, ya know? It’s starts to be about legacy, about doing our part, about leaving our mark.
We want to be known not just for making freaking-amazing juices that are good for you, but for doing it in a way that also cares, respects and honors our planet.
There is no Planet B. That’s why our new packaging is 100% biodegradable and 100% recyclable. Piiiiiiinch me.
Let’s build a better world for our kids, and their grandkids, and for our puppies, cats, pandas… and EVERYBODY. Okay except lizards.
Life Blends just go a mayor upgrade. Life Blends 2.0 is here. Greener than ever. BOOM!
And that’s the real story.
Today, our alarm clock didn’t go off. Olivia wakes us up at 6:19am. Her bus picks her up at 6:30am. I panicked as she said, “Ya es de día mama… quelo ir a la escuela.” (English Translation: It’s daylight mom… and I wanna go to school).
I seriously considered telling her it was Sunday, but in a split second of rush/adrenaline/guilt/mom-power, I said, “We’re gonna make it”. Skipped the usual bubble bath. No Moana tunes. Brushed her teeth very quickly. I forget if I combed her hair. I know for sure there was no time to accessorize her uniform with the usual wood pearls n’ such. Grabbed her lunchbox, but forgot to pack a spoon for her yogurt. Called the elevator. When we got to the lobby, the bus was coming into the drive way. “Look, we did it!”
It’s official, I blinked and she’s a threenager waving me goodbye. And as I take it all in, I wanted to write this post to remind myself to ENJOY IT. All of it. To let her climb into bed with us at night. To hold her a little tighter when all she wants is to shower with me. To sing that song she requested for the 12th time. To read that book, again and again. To embrace the exhaustion, the overwhelm, the hard days, cause I know one day, not that far away from here, I will miss it. A lot.