The Year in Review: Part One.
To be consistent with last year, here are the first lines of a definitive post from each month in 2007:
January: The microphone drops down and Mills Lane plucks it out of the sky.
February: When I opened my email a few months ago and saw something from "Lisa," I sat there staring at the screen for a few minutes.
March: He insisted on making dinner, cooking up a meal of pasta accompanied by a bottle of wine, and we dined on the porch of our cabin, overlooking Salt Pond Bay and out to the southern-most tip of the island.
April: While it left me be for the weekend, I had a very diabetes-bloggable evening.
June: The wheels on the grocery cart clatter against the store's tile floor as my Internal Motivational Speaker and My Stomach wage war inside my head.
July: I was completely terrified of getting on the raft.
August: "This is our new normal, our new way of dealing with life."
September: (Cue sleezy saxaphone music, dimmed lights, and the extremely uncomfortable mental image of my mother reading this post.)
October: "Just lift your arms up and ... okay, dive in!"
December: It had just opened two weeks ago, but the Christmas lights around the door and the promise of fine, French cuisine drew us in.
Thanks, 2007. You've definitely filled my memory with good moments.