Over the past few days, I’ve been thinking about what my final blog post for 2012 would be. After much consideration, I decided to end the year the way I began it: with a love story—or two. The first is not just any ordinary story: It’s the story of my parents and New Year’s Eve. Quite frankly, I would not be here today writing blog posts if my parents had not met on a blind date on New Year’s Eve. Thanks to my parents’ mutual friend, Fran, they were set up on a blind date in New Jersey. The result of that blind date? Forty-eight years of blissful marriage. Their…