Lemonade with Flowers: A Ritual of Love I Learned from Inés

Lemonade with flowers… just writing it brings a smile to my face. It reminds me of Inés, my new daughter, a gift who arrived in my life wrapped in tenderness and light. That day, while we were all sharing a family moment, she decided to make us pink lemonade. But what she created wasn’t just a drink; it was a ritual, an offering of love, a childhood memory brought into the present. I watched her walk through the garden, gathering bougainvillea blooms as if each flower were a treasure. And it was. Each one carried a piece of color, aroma, and vibration.

I remember her smile—soft, innocent, radiant—like a little girl opening her box of treasures to share it with the people she loves. Inés chose the large glass pitcher so everyone could taste it, like someone who wants to multiply abundance, sweetness, and magic. She picked lemons straight from the tree, connecting with the earth, with nature, with the simplest and most beautiful tradition of preparing something with her hands and her heart.

I watched her mix the flowers, the fresh juice, the water, and the sugar, but I know the main ingredient was her smile. That smile melted into the pink drops and gave the lemonade a flavor no sweetener could ever create. It tasted like innocence, gratitude, family—a sacred ritual disguised as an everyday gesture. With the first sip, I knew I was receiving an act of pure love, one of those gifts the soul recognizes instantly.

That moment is engraved in my heart. It was one of the most beautiful and selfless rituals one human being can offer another: preparing something simple with such deep intention that it becomes medicine. Inés taught me that magic exists in the small actions, in the attention, in the details, in the vibration we infuse into what we do.

So today, I invite you to make lemonade at home. To harvest your flowers, your lemons, your memories. To bring your childlike spirit into the present. To fill a glass with your essence, your tenderness, your strength, and your love. Because a simple lemonade can become a portal to the soul—a ritual that reminds you of who you are when you create something from authenticity.

Cheers—to the moments that become eternal, and to the hands that transform the ordinary into magic.