A dance to remember
Molly Vazey, 29
Whacking the baseball to the other side of the field, my boyfriend Chance, then 19, darted from base to base.
‘He’s got a home run!’ the tannoy announced over hundreds of screaming fans.
It was August 2009 and Chance’s last baseball game of the summer.
Cheering him on from my seat, I was so proud.
Childhood sweethearts, we began dating in 2007.
With his shaggy brown hair and athletic physique, Chance was certainly easy
