Today is a big day for me. Day One of Year Three on the outside.

If you're reading this, there's a good chance that I'm grateful for you, that I love you, even though I probably wouldn't say it to your face more than once a year, and I'd have to be a little drunk.

I'll try to be less cynical this year. I have no real reason to be cynical anymore with mates like you around.

Here's to the terrible twos! I will raise a little hell and I won't forget how good I have it.