Day 2,222

The Deadline

We spent all day outside swimming and playing and finding gigantic avocados. Anything to get our minds off 4PM. 

4PM? Why?

Well, for starters, that’s nap time during season and this mama was really hurting for some mama time. But as an added “bonus,” 4PM was also the MLB Non-Waiver Trade Deadline. My baseball in-season  nightmare. I’m sure other baseball wives of tiny children can relate to the impending insanity that being traded mid-season would incur on the family, and because Adam’s name was so heavily mentioned in trade rumors, I was especially dreading the call. One, because we’d have to completely relocate. 14 weeks pregnant with three kids and two cars...and into a three month rental...onto a totally new team. Two, because spring training the next year would most likely not be in Jupiter anymore. Three because we’d be further from our church family and home and Morgan. And four, because we just like being Fish. Now, not that it would be impossible. And definitely not that the Lord wouldn’t sustain, provide for, direct, and prepare us for such a move...because we would obviously go...



We’re just INCREDIBLY thankful and encouraged that we in fact, were not traded and the Lord has us staying put in our “Little House” on our Marlins team!!!! I could cry. Maybe I did. What a sweet grace and blessing it was to see that deadline pass and to remain here on this team, in this city, with these guys. Mom’s smiling bigger than these gremlins, you can bet on that. And Dad maybe bigger.