September 6, 1975, was a day like any other in San Jose, California. High ’80s, a little smog obscuring the brownish hills.
The day was unlike any other, however, in one respect: That’s the day Lori Rauh became my wife. Thirty-nine years ago.
One year out of college, we got married in a church in the Willow Glen neighborhood; had a reception near Vasona Lake in the Los Gatos Foothills; and honeymooned in Victoria, British Columbia.
This year our anniversary fell on a Saturday, a day of matrimony-related coincidences.
— We attended the wedding of our longtime friends’ daughter at a small, historic church in Portland. We’ve known Phil and Geri Manzano, fellow Bay Area natives, since we all lived in Salem and belonged to the same babysitting co-op. Phil was a reporter at the morning Oregon Statesman and I was a reporter at the afternoon Capital Journal before they merged. We both wound up at The Oregonian and Phil left three years ago to go to work for World Vision, a Christian nonprofit based near Seattle.
In the meantime, Phil and Geri’s middle child, Alexandra, grew up, studied broadcast journalism, got a job at The Oregonian (she’s now the social media editor), blossomed into a lovely young woman, and yesterday tied the knot with a splendid young man named Spencer. We were honored to be among the guests.
— Just as we were leaving for the wedding, the day’s snail mail arrived bearing a long-awaited invitation to the October wedding of my best friend Al’s daughter. We’ll be in Santa Barbara in a few weeks to celebrate Nicole and her fiance Andrew.
— Once again, we provided dog-sitting services for our “granddog” Quimby (or, at least, that’s what Lori calls her) so that Simone and Kyndall could attend a friend’s wedding in Central Oregon.
Topping off the weekend, today is the 46th wedding anniversary of Jim and Judi Rauh, Lori’s brother and his wife, who live over the hill in Beaverton.
So what does a couple do to celebrate their XXXIX’th anniversary?
I got up early and cooked breakfast. We attended a morning yoga class. Went for a late morning bike ride. Had a light lunch in the shady grass near the King School Farmers Market. Indulged in a mid-afternoon adult beverage, the Aperol Spritz (recipe here).
Tonight we’ll top it off with dinner at Mediterranean Exploration Company, a new Pearl District restaurant serving Israeli-inspired food.
Next year, the big cuarenta, calls for something special.