What would we be without wishful thinking?

I'm drinking scotch and smoking a cigar on my balcony. It's a celebratory event. I'm officially an uncle. My sister gave birth to two healthy boys, Joseph and Joshua. Each one weighing nearly six pounds, and both over seventeen inches long. My whole family is ecstatic.

To cap it off, two of my best friends announced on Saturday that they are pregnant. It just about seems like the perfect time for them to have a child. I couldn't be happier for them.

And then there was the wedding two weekends ago. I don't know, it's so awesome that damn near everyone I'm close to is going through such huge, wonderful changes.

And I guess it wouldn't be complete if I weren't as well. And it does look like a big change is coming up soon, but I don't want to speak too soon about it. Maybe I'm a little suppositious, or maybe I've been burned too many times in the past for counting my chickens before they've hatched, but something big is going to happen soon. One way or another, six months from now will be a lot different than tonight.

But enough about me, this moment isn't mine. Congratulations to those that deserve them. This drink is for you.