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?