Nayrovy’s Creations

03/07/2026

Today’s Apple order 😊🙏🏽♥️🥰
Thank you for ordering and loving my creations !
Happy birthday to Amelia 🙏🏽🥰

02/14/2026

My valentines apple orders were a success !
Thank you all for your continued support and for my apple business!
With much love thank you for ordering and loving my creations Happy Valentines Day to all !

01/15/2026

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01/15/2026

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Todays delivery 🚚
Thanks for loving my creations 🎉

01/01/2026

New years apple order
Thanks for loving and ordering my apples for your gifts and parties . 🙏🏽♥️
Happy new years everyone 🙏🏽🥰

12/18/2025

Today’s Apple deliveries
Thank you for loving my creations
Happy holidays everyone

12/17/2025

Today’s teacher appreciation gifts for my kiddos teachers and staff …

12/17/2025

Today’s order
Thank you 😊

12/12/2025

11/12/2025

Two kids knocked on my door offering to rake my entire yard for $10 total—and what I did next changed how they'll see hard work forever.
It was a Saturday afternoon when I heard the doorbell. Two boys, probably around 11 or 12, stood on my porch holding rakes that looked almost too big for them. The taller one cleared his throat nervously: "Excuse me, sir. Would you like us to rake your yard? We'll do the whole thing for ten dollars."

I looked past them at my lawn. Leaves everywhere. It was going to be at least two hours of work, maybe three.
"Ten dollars each?" I asked.
They glanced at each other. The shorter one shook his head. "No sir. Ten dollars total. We'll split it."

Five dollars each. For hours of hard labor.
I could have said yes. I could have gotten my entire yard raked for pocket change and called it a teaching moment about negotiation. But something about the way they stood there—hopeful, polite, willing to work—reminded me of myself at that age. Hustling. Trying. Just wanting a chance.

"Alright," I said. "You've got a deal. Get started."
For the next two and a half hours, I watched those kids work. They didn't cut corners. They didn't complain. They raked every section, bagged the leaves, and even swept off my driveway without being asked. When they finally knocked to let me know they were done, they were sweating, exhausted, and smiling.
I walked out with my wallet. "You boys did incredible work," I said, handing them four twenty-dollar bills. "Here's your payment."
The taller one's eyes went wide. "Sir, we said ten—"

"I know what you said. But I also know what two hours of quality work is worth. You earned every dollar of this."
They stared at the money like they couldn't believe it was real. Then the shorter one looked up at me and said quietly, "Thank you. Really. Thank you."
As they walked away, I heard them talking excitedly about what they'd spend it on. And I realized something: we talk a lot about teaching kids the value of hard work, but we don't always show them that hard work actually gets valued.
Those boys didn't ask for a handout. They offered a service. They showed up. They delivered. And in a world that sometimes feels like it punishes effort and rewards shortcuts, I wanted them to walk away knowing that good work doesn't go unnoticed.
If you work hard, if you show up with integrity, if you give your best even when nobody's watching—good people will see it. And they'll bless you for it.
That's not just a lesson for kids. That's a lesson for all of us.

09/02/2025

Today’s Apple order
Hard candy rose
Pretzel 🥨 double chocolate & rocky roads 🥰🙏🏽♥️