April 21, 2018

It was one of those beautiful April days that gives you hope for summer's approach.  After a morning of lounging on our deck and stuffing our faces with our favorite bacon, egg, and cheese sandwiches, we decided to go to Bushwick Inlet Park to play our game: catch.  As it turns out, kids like to play soccer in a wide open park on a sunny day.  After watching some of the games and drooling through the adjacent Smorgasburg, we decided to walk to McCarren Park for a take two.

 

We settled into an open spot and quickly got into a stride.  After a few tosses and a Nick bathroom break, Marissa noticed that her throw was caught by a glove holding two baseballs: one worn-in from years of play and another fresh, bright-white.  She questioned it, but moved on when he said that he forgot he bought a new one.  That is....until she caught it.  Marissa noticed a scribble across the new baseball.  Cluelessly, she turned it over to see if it was a slogan or logo, but realized that the scribble was in the familiar serial killer handwriting of her mayun (translation: man).

 

Will you play catch with me forever?

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Marissa glanced in Nick's direction.  Her disbelief was met with his nodding head.  They laughed nervously together as he presented the best ring ever and got down on one knee - and then back up very quickly!  Nick proclaimed, "I'm so nervous," and Marissa repeated, "Is this for real?!"

 

And we were feeawnsays!

(translation: fiancés!)

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