My Valentine

On February 14, 1981, I asked Janet to marry me on the back porch of her house in San Diego. (It wasn't quite as nice as our current front porch that she is standing on last Christmas in this picture). I had dinner all prepared, waiting for us on the table, her roommates lit the candles before they took off, we were supposed to walk in the back door, except they forgot to unlock it, and Janet didn't have her keys with her for some strange reason. So there we were; locked out. So I did what I've become so good at through the years, improvise.
Obviously it worked out pretty well for me; I asked, she said yes, and here we are 29 years later. In honor of 29 years since we got engaged, we head to Portland this weekend to celebrate on Friday night. Our friends Carl and Sue Nelson are putting us up at the Hotel Lucia as a thank you for doing their daughter Molly's wedding in December (cool idea guys! Thanks). It will also be fun to hang out in the city where Ryan landed his first job (which he doesn't start till next year).