A Ball Game

You know those cheesy stories of guys proposing to their girlfriends at baseball games?  Up on the score board, there's a message lit up with hearts and fireworks that reads, "Raquel, will you marry me?"

Turns out, when you're there in person, not so cheesy.  It's pretty cool.

We had a great night at the Bee's game in Salt Lake last weekend.  Especially Trent.  Can you tell?  And while there's no pictoral evidence of Drew having been there, he was.  The Baby Ruth that he chewed up during the 8th inning and then spat into my hand because he decided it was to big to swallow is probably still wrapped up in a baby wipe and stuck in the side pocket of the diaper bag because I haven't used it since and therefore haven't cleaned it out.  So if you need to see proof, just let me know.