February always tugs at my heart a little differently these days. Valentine’s Day and President’s Day sit side by side on the calendar—one all about love, the other about history and leaders we rarely meet—and somewhere in between is where my grandma heart lives, even from a distance. Two Hearts Always Connected Valentine’s Day used to mean little handmade cards, frosting on fingers, and giggles over too many sprinkles. Now, it looks quieter: a photo I keep on my phone, a memory that makes me smile, a silent prayer whispered for a granddaughter I haven’t seen in three years. Love hasn’t gone anywhere; it’s just learned to stretch across miles and empty spaces. President’s Day makes me think about legacy—the mark we leave, even when we’re not physically present. I may not be there for everyday moments, but I can still choose the kind of grandmother I am in my heart: one who keeps hoping, keeps cheering, and keeps a place ready for when “someday” comes. Leadership, for me, looks like ...

Spoiler Alert: It’s not in a gift bag or tied with a bow Birthdays take on new meaning as life goes on. When we’re little, they’re all about cake, laughter, and brightly wrapped presents. But as time passes—and especially once you become a mom—you realize that the sweetest gifts aren’t bought. They’re felt in the heart, spoken through love, and remembered in quiet moments long after the candles are blown out. Passing On A little wisdom, a lot of love — that’s what grandmas are made of As a mother and now a grandmother, I’ve come to understand that what moms truly want can’t be found in a store. A mother gives so much of herself—her time, her patience, her prayers, and her endless love—and though she’ll always be grateful for a gift, what she really longs for is something deeper: connection, appreciation, and time with the people she loves most. This month, as I celebrate my daughter’s birthday, my heart overflows with gratitude. I thank God for the woman she has become—the nurturing...