Who will she choose?
Daniel discovered that one of our favorite Mexican restaurant chains from Washington has expanded into California, and since we all were home yesterday, we decided to drive down to the nearest one. It was all the way down in Vista, near San Diego, and took us nearly two hours to get there. And longer to get home. But I swear I had the best fish burrito I’ve ever eaten.


On the way home, right outside our apt complex, we noticed a skywriter beginning to write a message in the sky. The first letter was a “W,” and we immediately began speculating— “Will you marry me?” being the number one guess. But the first word was:

So our thoughts turned…to:
“Who will marry me?”
“Who ate the last piece of pizza?”
And of course… “Who let the dogs out?”
We got home, and Cat and I watched the writing unfold in the sky…









By the time the last word was done, the first words were obliterated.









