I’ve always been very fond of February. The weather is perfect for layering, love is in the air, and my culture’s resiliency is celebrated. This month, I am more intentional about showing love and embracing my blackness. My grandfather reminds me of how important it is to express my love. He never forgets to ask me how someone knows that I love them. Without fail, he answers his own question passionately, “It’s shown by how you spend your time and money because love is an action word.”