I bought myself a rose today. Not something I usually do—but I’ve been making a conscious effort lately to invest in the little things that bring me joy.

This morning started like any typical Sunday: a grocery run, a long checkout line, and the usual hustle. But then I spotted them—a bucket of fresh red roses, just sitting there, drenched in water and glowing in that soft store lighting. And something in me said, “Go ahead, get it.” So I did.

And let me tell you—it felt like such a beautiful little act of self-love. Simple, but so special.

My days are often filled with non-stop errands, cleaning, cooking, and pouring my energy into my kids. And while I absolutely love that role, sometimes a small gesture—a quiet moment of self-care—makes all the difference. That rose? It made me smile. Not for any big reason. It just did.

Following that, I popped into Dollarama to purchase a vase for the rose. The minute I got home, I filled it with water and placed the rose in its new home. I was so caught up in admiring it, I didn’t even start unpacking the groceries (literally left them by the door).

It now sits by the window, soaking up the sunlight—reminding me to pause, breathe, and do something kind for myself every once in a while.

Because sometimes, a single rose is all it takes.