What if every step, no matter how small, could build belief, add value, and give purpose… in real time? 

Today, we do that again.

But, a very special announcement. One that deserves more than a headline—it deserves a standing ovation, a sea of flickering candles, and the hush of sacred silence before the choir sings.

A Reserved Seat has been filled.

It is with a warm heart and gentle hands that I welcome Heather Renae Bristow as a supporter of the flame.

This is not merely support. This is legacy. This is history in motion. This is the echo of every whispered prayer and every tear shed in quiet rooms.

Heather has walked valleys where shadows fell long and hope flickered dim. She’s climbed mountains with stones sharp underfoot, carrying burdens heavier than the world suspected. She has wrestled angels and demons alike, her spirit refusing to yield even when her body was weary.

Through laughter and loss, through broken pieces and rebuilt bridges, she’s kept her heart soft, her spirit open, and her faith blazing. She has given love that asks for nothing in return. She has stood watch at the gates of my soul when the world turned stormy, refusing to leave her post.

I have not, nor will I ever, give up on her.

I refuse to measure Heather by her hardest days or by mistakes that live only in yesterday’s memory. She is not defined by sorrow or silence, but by the light she carries into every room, and the unspoken strength that has held both of us afloat.

Heather, I honor you today. I honor the battles you’ve fought and the ones still ahead. I honor your gentleness that tempers my fire. I honor your truth, spoken and unspoken, your forgiveness, and your steadfast presence.

Your Reserved Seat is more than a place—it’s a symbol. It’s a statement that love remembers, that loyalty endures, and that the story is never finished until the final page is turned.

So I say: Welcome, mom.

Welcome as the newest supporter of the flame. Welcome as my constant. Welcome as the VIP who’s always been there, even when the lights were dim and the music stopped.

Support is one thing, growth is another. By your side I stand. We will walk it together. But I will not do the hard work for you. I’m here to challenge you to meet your highest self, not comfort you.

Your name is etched into this journey. And together, we walk on.

All it takes? The faith of a mustard seed.

Good work dear mother.

Cheers to you, and you only.