The last weekend of May marked a milestone I had been quietly looking forward to for months: my first wedding since having Herbie.
Not because I was desperate to rush back to work, but because flowers have been such a huge part of my identity for so many years. I was excited to step back into a world that has shaped so much of my life, whilst also wondering how it would feel now that I am somebody’s mum.
The truth is, it felt wonderful.
It was a beautiful wedding for the sweetest couple, filled with armfuls of seasonal flowers, long days, early starts and all the things that make wedding floristry both exhausting and magical in equal measure. There was a familiar rhythm to it all. The buckets, the mechanics, the loading of vans, the problem-solving, the last-minute tweaks. So much of it felt like coming home.
What felt different was knowing that while I was creating flowers, Herbie was being loved and cared for by the people around me.
Before becoming a parent, I often heard people say, “It takes a village.” I understood the sentiment, but I don’t think I truly appreciated what it meant until now.
This wedding simply would not have happened without mine.
Whilst I was away flowering, family stepped in without hesitation. Grandparents cuddled, fed and entertained Herbie. My husband picked up the pieces I couldn’t manage. Everyone quietly did their bit so that I could do mine. Not because they had to, but because they wanted to.
It is an extraordinary privilege.
As small business owners, we often wear our independence as a badge of honour. We build businesses from kitchen tables, spare bedrooms and ambitious ideas. We become used to carrying everything ourselves.
Motherhood has taught me something different.
It has taught me that asking for help is not weakness. It has taught me that accepting support can be one of the greatest gifts. It has shown me how lucky we are to be surrounded by people who want to see us thrive, both as parents and as business owners.
Of course, there were moments throughout the day when I wondered what Herbie was doing. There was the inevitable scroll through photos on my phone during a lunch break and perhaps a few more messages home than strictly necessary. But there was also something incredibly reassuring about knowing he was happy, safe and loved.
That knowledge allowed me to be fully present in my work.
It also made me appreciate my team more than ever.
Wedding floristry is never a one-person job, despite how it may sometimes appear on Instagram. Behind every beautiful installation and every finished table lies a team of talented, hardworking people carrying ladders, conditioning flowers, wiring stems, sweeping floors, solving problems and making everything happen.
This wedding, perhaps more than any before it, reminded me just how remarkable my team are.
After several months away on maternity leave, I returned knowing that I wasn’t doing this alone. As always, they showed up with enthusiasm, positivity and the kind of support that simply cannot be taught. There is something incredibly comforting about working alongside people you trust completely. People who know exactly what needs doing before you even ask. People who genuinely care about the outcome as much as you do.
Watching everything come together reminded me just how fortunate I am to have built not only a business, but a community.
A community of freelancers, friends, family, clients and suppliers who have all played a part in helping Wizz & Wild grow over the years.
As we packed away at the end of the wedding, tired but happy, I found myself reflecting on how much has changed since last season. A year ago, I couldn’t have imagined that I would be returning to weddings with a little boy waiting for me at home.
Yet somehow, the flowers still feel like me.
And perhaps that is the greatest lesson of all.
Motherhood hasn’t replaced the parts of me that existed before. It has simply added another layer. I am still a florist. Still a business owner. Still endlessly inspired by beautiful flowers and meaningful celebrations.
Now I am all of those things, whilst also being Herbie’s mum.
And that feels rather lovely.
So here’s to the villages that make it possible. The grandparents, partners, friends, freelancers and family members who step in, lend a hand and cheer us on.
My first wedding back may have taken place over the last weekend of May, but it represented so much more than a return to work. It was a reminder that whilst motherhood can sometimes feel all-consuming, it can also be incredibly empowering. With the right people around you, it is possible to nurture both your family and your ambitions.
For that, I am endlessly grateful.
More photos to come of this beautiful day, very soon!
June 14, 2026
