This is the Year!

On New Year’s Eve, last night, it became apparent that this year I will be getting married. This is obvious of course, but the thought came to my head and it was like a beacon of shining light illuminating and magnifying the thought that of all the years in the history of time, it’s this one. Next New Year’s I won’t be single; I won’t be engaged; I’ll be married. Is that weird or what?

It’s not that I’m being sentimental, don’t get me wrong. I’m not sad about saying goodbye to the possibility of being a single girl again. And I’m not sniffly about the idea of knowing where my midnight (ha! Like I stay up ‘til midnight!) New Year’s kiss will come from every time for the rest of my life. It’s not as if I’m going to miss my “previous” life which, by the way, for the past three years has been exactly as my married life is going to be (until children…that topic is for another day). It’s just that it hit me: it’s 2009 and in 2009 I’ll be married.

Maybe it’s just me, but it sounds weird. Say it: married. Probably I’ve just said it and typed it and thought it so much that it seems awkward, you know when that happens? A good example is in Black Sheep when Chris Farley and David Spade get high from some gas leak in their car and start saying “road. Rooooad. Roooaaad. Row-ad” and laughing their asses off. That’s a better example actually, but anyway.

The year is here!