Baby's breath/Gypsophila

You remind us of Baby’s Breath — quiet, steady, often unseen, yet everything around you leans on your grace.
You don’t demand space, you create it — allowing others to bloom freely beside you.
Like the flower, you endure softly; you dry, but never lose your form.
Your strength doesn’t shout — it settles, it holds, it lasts.
You are the calm thread that ties beauty together — the gentle constant that keeps it all from falling apart