love found a way.

the fire.

My late husband, Ricardo, was originally from East Los Angeles. He served as a Los Angeles Fire Department firefighter in Hollywood, at Station 27.

In 2002, he suffered severe burns in a structure fire. Doctors gave him only one year to live.

I met Ric seven years later.

By then, he had endured years of physical and emotional challenges, and he had received years of medical care. His skin often felt dry and uncomfortable, and despite trying countless creams and lotions, nothing kept it feeling moisturized for long.

He grew frustrated and discouraged. Even everyday moments became difficult. Strangers would stare or ask questions, making him self-conscious about wearing shorts or feeling at ease in his own skin.

an act of love.

As his wife, it broke my heart to watch him struggle.

I saw how dry and uncomfortable his skin felt, day after day. Most of all, I saw someone who deserved to feel confident and comfortable again.

So I set out to make something for him.

What began in our home was never intended to become a business. It was simply an act of love—a rich, nourishing butter that would leave his dry skin feeling soft and moisturized.

comfortable in his own skin.

Ric began using what would eventually become beabutter every day.

Over time, his skin felt softer and more moisturized than it had in years. For the first time in a long time, he felt comfortable in his own skin. He even began wearing shorts in public again with renewed confidence.

then, my own skin.

As I watched how much Ric enjoyed it, I began using it myself.

For years, my skin had felt dry every winter, no matter what products I tried. With beabutter, my skin felt softer and smoother, even through the coldest months.

My skin felt nourished and had a healthy-looking glow. Friends started asking what I was doing differently, and for the first time, I realized that what I had made for Ric might be something others would love, too.

a family ritual.

Then came one of life's greatest blessings—our daughter.

As our family grew, beabutter grew with us. What had started as an act of love for Ric became part of our everyday family rituals, from dry winter hands to the gentle massage after bath time.

Watching beabutter become part of our family's daily life gave it an even deeper meaning. It was no longer just something I had made for my husband—it had become a symbol of care, comfort, and the belief that the people we love deserve the very best.

Friends and family began asking for jars of their own. One gift led to another, and before long, the demand grew beyond our friends and family.

That's how beabutter was born.

ric's legacy.

Ric lived another twenty years after the fire. He became beabutter's co-founder, biggest supporter, and most trusted product tester. His resilience, optimism, and determination continue to inspire everything we do.

Today, beabutter is more than a skin butter. It is a reminder that hope can grow from hardship, that comfort matters, and that everyone deserves to feel good in their own skin.

Ric's legacy lives on in every jar we make—with the hope that it brings someone else a moment of comfort and care.