I should have been on a relaxing romantic picnic or getting ready for a fancy dinner. Instead, this Valentine's Day I was sitting on the edge of a plane's side doorway with my feet dangling 13,000 feet above the patchwork farms surrounding Davis.
I was about to go skydiving -- easily one of the craziest, most amazing things I've ever done.
Somewhere below, my girlfriend was plummeting toward earth at 120 miles per hour. She had insisted on jumping first when we made plans to go skydiving five months ago.
"Anything for you on Valentine's Day, sweetheart," I told her.
