The Story
Diane Marie is named after my husband's mother. When desciribing Diane Marie, she is the responsible one. The one who raised two boys (and husband) from the hills of Pennyslvania to the suburbs of Detroit, Michigan. The one that could always handle any task in the household. According to my husband, their motto was "don't ask me, ask someone responsible" and that Diane Marie. Like our camembert, she may appear gentle and unassuming on the surface, but beneath that, she holds a depth of strength and complexity, offering a balance of nuturing tenderness and firm support. Her presence has always been smooth and soothing, yet she can develop a sharpness when needed-ready to guide her family through life's hard moments. "Everybody shut up and listen to me!" while driving without a map through Greece is a childhood memory that my husband love to share with people. She is the glue that holds the family together, the foundation upon which great things are built. Just as our camembert has the ability to bring people together around the table, Diane Marie brings unity, harmony, and love to those she cares for, making every moment richer and more meaningful in this life.