Welcome to Chapter forty-two, a Sunday journal.

The quiet reset before everything begins again.

I’ve always loved writing.

When I was little, I carried a tiny notebook everywhere I went—scribbling ideas, observations, stories no one else could see. My grandfather used to call me Jessica Fletcher, like in Murder, She Wrote—because I was always watching, always writing.

Even in college, while my friends were flipping through textbooks, I’d be flipping through wedding magazines. I wasn’t planning a wedding. I wasn’t even dating. But something about those pages—the dresses, the flowers, the feeling—spoke to me.

It became a quiet dream. A “someday” dream. And like many dreams, I tucked it away for later.

This blog is me saying: later is NOW.

For years, I worked in hospitality and tourism—curating beautiful experiences for other people. But weddings? That lived in the back of my mind and the center of my heart. It was something I always came back to. Something I never stopped dreaming about.

When I started Maid For You, it wasn’t just a career shift—it was a calling. I had seen the gap. The moment between the planner’s clipboard and the mother’s deep breath. Between the bride’s curled hair and the panic of forgotten dress tape. Between the best friend trying her best—and quietly falling apart. I felt drawn to those in-between, not-so-obvious moments. The ones people forget to plan for—the “oh my god, I have to do that too?” kind of moments.

That’s what Maid For You was born to hold. And this blog? It’s where I tell the stories behind it.

Why forty-two?

This month, I turn 42. And for the first time, it feels like I’m not just turning a year older—but turning a page. This is the first year I feel like I’m writing my own chapter—not someone else’s. Not reacting, not hiding—creating.

So I named it. Chapter forty-two.

It’s a love letter to this version of me:

The mother navigating two kids, two countries, and a thousand emotions.

The woman rebuilding herself after divorce.

The Hizkia rediscovering her joy, her light, and the soft power of coming home to herself.

The storyteller that finally decided to write again.

And why Sunday? Because that day has always been sacred to me. The pause. The breath. The quiet reset before everything begins again.

Each post, each story, each reflection—comes from that place.

What you’ll find here...

I’ll be sharing stories—from behind the business and deep inside my life. Think of it as Bridal Concierge Blog meets real life.

Personal reflections on identity, motherhood, resilience, and beginning again. The quiet lessons I’ve learned from standing beside brides on their most emotional day. Moments with mothers who want to help—but are holding generations of emotion at once. Stories from the bridal suites, the back rooms, the long mornings and late nights.

And... Real talk about forgotten tasks, chaotic mornings, and how I bring calm to the center of it all.

I’ll walk you through what I pack in my kit, how I prep a bridal suite, and what to do when no one knows where the veil went. I’ll write about the things no one thinks to plan for—like steaming the mother-of-the-bride’s dress or keeping the maid of honor hydrated. I’ll share the things that don’t go on checklists but always matter in the moment.

Because that’s the heart of Maid For You—and of this blog:

A deep love for the little things.

A devotion to care.

And a belief that weddings—and life—are made in the in-between.

This space holds both the personal and the professional—because in my world, the two will always be connected. It’s the dreaming and the doing. The story and the service. The business I’m building, and the woman becoming.

A closing note,

Whether you’re a bride planning her day, a mother holding everyone together, or a woman somewhere in between—I hope you find a bit of yourself in these pages.

Welcome to my Chapter forty-two.

— Hizkia.