Day 2,234

The Lump in My Throat

Another goodbye. 

We have this same meeting every week outside the clubhouse and it’s never any easier than the week before. Most of the time, it’s actually harder. My love hate relationship with this game is increasingly strengthening, as the schedule both kills us and frees us, builds us up and breaks us down. We’re in the thick of it right now and just trying to be faithful with the one day ahead of us. Gracious, it’s tough sometimes. And the pregnancy hormones definitely don’t make it any easier! If I’m transparent, though I’m exponentially grateful for Adam’s job, it’s hard not to play the “if only” game at times. My current “if only” favorite: if only the Fish could have the Cubs schedule that refrains players from entering the clubhouse until 4PM most days. When I heard that for the first time, I about fell over in my chair dumbfounded. Ha! Those 2.5 extra hours every day with Daddy would be counted as pure treasure in the Conley house. Hey, there ain’t nothing wrong with a dreaming wife, right? Fish for life. 4 PM arrival for life. Yeah. That mirage has me smiling big right now hahaha. Oh Daddy, we miss you so much already. The Lord is good though and however much we hate seeing you go, we are confident in His purposes. See you soon!