I’m about to take a big step in my life.

For as long as I can remember I have dreamed of how this day would go. Would I be nervous beyond reason? Would I cry? Would I be thrilled or upset? It’s still too soon to tell, although I’m less than a month from it, but it’s an interesting milestone to say the least. I’ll be saying goodbye to my personal freedoms and everything I’ve known as myself for the past 26 years. I’ll go to sleep that night saying goodbye to my best friend and myself and awake to the marker of a new me.

It sounds sad, but it’s the exact opposite, it’s more of a step in the right direction. I’ll be waking up to the dawn of new day (still with my best friend), but by the end of this day I’ll be someone’s husband. The responsibility grade rises dramatically at this point: I won’t be living for myself anymore, but completely and wholly to someone else. To my best friend. To Kimberly. It’ll be a great and glorious day and I can’t wait for it.

The art of saying hello is saying goodbye.

[kyle]