This week, I find myself in a rare and beautiful moment—celebrating my grandmother’s 100th birthday. A century of life. A hundred years of choices, hardships, triumphs, and love. As I sit with her, surrounded by family, I can’t help but marvel at the impact one person can have on generations. It’s easy to think of legacy in abstract terms—something left behind, something that happens after we’re gone. But here, in the warmth of family gathered together, I see that legacy is alive. It moves through stories passed down, traditions upheld, values instilled, and the quiet influence of a life well-lived.