Happy Days

Today I am to write about a happy memory.  My best most recent memory is probably when we went to Field of Dreams a couple of weeks ago.  As I've said, my husband is a major complainer when we are traveling.  So we are traveling to Burr Oak Iowa and then on to see the three Laura Ingalls Wilder houses on our list that we haven't seen.  He decides he wants to go with us, but we need to go to Antique Archeology.  So ok, we drive about an hour out of our way to go to this store.  (He hates antiques, btw.  But he loves TV.)  On the way from the shop to Burr Oak, is the Field of Dreams.  My husband is a big Kevin Costner fan.  I am a big baseball fan.  Sounded like a good idea.  He complained the whole time we were going.  Dirt road.  Too far.  No civilization.  Whatever.  We get there and find an endless baseball game going on.  People are joining in and out of this game.  We join in.  Somebody's grandma is kicking butt all over the field.  It so so much fun!  Of course we had to get pictures of us going into the corn field.  Then we took a tour of the house.  "(People will hand over $20 to look around.  Not sure why they are doing it.)"  Bought shirts.  It was soooo much fun for all three of us.  Even my daughter who couldn't have cared less about baseball or the movie had fun.  There was a little run off creek and she took off her shoes and played in that.  It was a really good day.