We celebrated the love and union of fabulously great couple last weekend and part of our wedding-party party-bus agenda was to stop at the Field of Dreams. It was both Sean and my first time visiting the field which is pretty sad considering we have lived so close to the iconic movie site to the 1989 Kevin Costner film (which I have also never seen because the if you build it whispering freaks me out).
I thought the baseball field was beautiful and I was awfully excited to run the bases, but my emotions were nothing compared to the childlike joy coming from Sean.
It was like he just saw two baby pandas high five each other.
As if he just ate his first bite of strawberry chocolate truffle mouse cheesecake with a Krispy Kreme donut on top.
Like he suddenly realized that it is Thursday when he thought it was Tuesday.
Pure giddiness. Liking skipping, heel clicking giddiness.
It was adorable. He excitedly borrowed a glove from the little league team from Green Bay, Wisconsin and recruited #42 to play a little catch with him. Then he made his way to the mound to do a little coaching and throwing some batting practice.
All this in his darling suspenders (that would eventually give him a black eye on the dance floor) and that goofy grin.
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