A love letter
to my parents.

The inspiration for the head spa came largely from my mom. She became a mother at just 16 years old and went on to raise 6 children. I watched how hard she worked and how much of herself she continually gave to everyone around her. Like so many mothers, her own needs often came last.

And as I got older, I realized, if my mom felt this way, how many other people do too?

Mothers. Fathers. Parents. Caregivers. People carrying families, businesses, responsibilities, and lives that rarely seem to slow down.

We live in a time when everyone is constantly doing something. Our minds are always going. We’re answering messages, working, planning, taking care of someone, thinking about what’s next.

I wanted to create a place where, for a little while, you don’t have to think about any of it.

You simply come in and let someone take care of you.

That’s the heart behind the head spa.

That part carries a different piece of my heart because my dad always dreamed of opening a café.

After losing him, that dream became even more meaningful to my family and I. I began thinking about how beautiful it would be to take something he once envisioned and allow a piece of it to live in something I get the honor to build.

And somehow, the two belonged together.

My mother’s longing for relaxation and being cared for.

My father’s dream of a café.

And the skills and experience God allowed me to cultivate through years in the beauty industry.

Those things came together and became Still Waters Head Spa & Café.

In many ways, Still Waters is a love letter to my parents.

A love letter to my mom, who spent so much of her life caring for everyone else and whose life taught me how deeply people need a place where they can finally be cared for.

And a love letter to my dad, whose dream of opening a café now lives, in its own way, within these walls.

When I look at Still Waters, I don’t just see a business.

I see pieces of them.

I see my mom in the person who finally gets to close their eyes and exhale after spending so much of caring for everyone else.

I see my dad in the café, in the coffee, the conversations, the gathering, and the dream he carried.

And I see God’s hand in taking things that were planted in different seasons and weaving them together into something I couldn’t fully see at the beginning.