Opening Day of Birthday Season

Yes, my friends, it is that time of the year again...Birthday Season! The month long celebration of the little things in life that make every day a reason to celebrate.

Today, after we finished school, the boys and I had some fun running errands, working out together, and washing dishes. Why, yes, I did say washing dishes...we knocked out putting the clean dishes away, reloading the dishwasher, and hand-washing those which needed it in no time flat.
I so enjoy time with my boys.

Some big news was announced today, as well...I became a Beachbody coach! I am excited to see where this new adventure leads. Aside from a few "cosmetic" changes to some social media sites, I am still the same me being me with a new intentional purpose: Sharing my story to encourage others to begin rewriting theirs. It all begins with a choice to embrace change.
30 more days to celebrate my birthday...cannot wait to see what the days bring!

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