S to the Pring!

Remember when we started the countdown?

That was 44 days ago. 44 days ago we were bundled inside, groaning through the last month of winter.

Groan no more, it's here. SPRING 2014.

You can go ahead and get your hopes back up. You can let out that deep breath you've been holding.

Life is here, if you're reading this post, so seize the day and smile, it's official.

I had the honor of joining Brandon at his grandfather's funeral yesterday. Pap. His handlebar mustache and more so, his personality, were known throughout the town where he lived. As we stood greeting guests, one stood out to me among the rest.

A stranger who had met Pap at the coffee shop, maybe years ago, came to say what an inspiration Pap was to his day. Pap would play his harmonica if someone getting coffee was celebrating their birthday or he would stop at a table to tell a joke. This stranger man, was in awe of Pap's heart and infectious joy.

What a legacy.

It's time to bloom where you're planted. Take the cheese and drink some wine. Winter blues and self-doubt are gone. Winter crisis and pain is over. The cold is fleeting and warmth (eventually) will move in.

Spring is officially here. Rise up finances. Rise up stories of miracles. Rise up boldness. Rise up. Grow. Sprout!

This is the pre-cursor to the best summer of our lives. Of our LIVES!

Cheers and free Rita's and everything else SPRING!!!