After many unsuccessful attempts for a healthy pregnancy, our son Carson Bryce Johnson was born…prematurely. Even though Carson was tiny, 2 pounds 3 ounces, he was the joy of my life. However, Carson passed away at only 30 days old. Having to say goodbye to such a sweet little soul was truly the saddest thing I have ever experienced. I cried every single day, all day long… for months. But through all of my sobbing, I heard God’s voice telling me that Carson’s life and passing was not to be in vain. I had stopped creating everything. No art. No soap. No candles. No nothing. I was in a dark, very dark place. Well, trouble doesn’t last always. One day I received another message: Start creating things again! Start now. Start a business and name it after the one who inspired it all… Carson Bryce
