Saying this year will be big is the biggest understatement that i can probably make. In two months i will be marrying the most perfect girl in the world. In nine months i will be celebrating my 30th birthday. Even if the salesperson that i saw yesterday at Ontario Mills asked if i was looking for a promise ring (she thought i was 15) i’ll know that i ain’t no spring chicken anymore. Holy crap, how did i get here?