What a difference a year makes.
On the last day of 2006, I came home early from a recruiting trip in order to be a part of the church celebrating the new year but also so I could get my first new year's eve kiss at midnight. I was sillyness being excited about that.
On the last day of 2007, I went to the doctor with Jim thinking we both might have strep throat, watched a movie until the ripe old hour of 9 when Jim went to bed, and while in bed reading I happened to notice that midnight had happened, so I kissed Jim, the sick snoring monster, on the cheek and said Happy New Year's babe, which he swatted me away and said - you too baby in his sleep - he doesn't remember any of it.
Happy New Year's Everyone!