Surprisingly, once we got unloaded and the baseball routine started, life here felt pretty normal. I was eerily comfortable with everything almost instantaneously.
I was expecting a nervous breakdown at some point. At least a “what am I doing?!?” moment with a few tears. I’m sure that sounds bad, but it gets me nowhere beating around the bush with y’all. I am also not suggesting for one minute that this is normal — or that this weird calmness will last (who knows what is to come in the emotional world of a female).
With that said, the first morning I pulled back into our complex after dropping D off at the field I saw this sunrise. I’m talking like a post card style sunrise. The ones where you take a picture, but no camera, especially your iPhone, can do it justice. Another testimony that God is intentional when reminding us He is in control.
I finally started to get a routine after a couple of days. After dropping him off at the field I would head to the nearby Starbucks to get some work done. I was up early anyways and with the time change from Atlanta, it worked out great. By the way, when I say “routine,” I mean a groggy trip from the field to the Starbucks less than a mile away– and getting cracking on the computer with the assistance of an iced coffee or a chocolate banana Vivano smoothie.
A few days into this routine, things changed for me. After looking for an open chair close to a wall outlet one morning, I turned around and heard “Chelsea?” from a voice behind me. I flipped back around to see a familiar face sitting at her laptop. A couple of weeks before, Daniel met another player during early camp that mentioned his wife was also on the same adventure with him. We became friends on Facebook after Daniel insisted I look her up, and had exchanged some brief messages. Funny enough, the plan was to have them over for dinner that exact night so Becca and I could meet… but there she was.
We ended up talking for two hours about the basics and our experiences so far on this crazy train. She was definitely well-practiced on the nuances of the minor league life, as this was year two for her. I could immediately tell that she and I would be friends, but I had no idea how close we would be and what her influence would mean in my life just through her advice.
Since that chance meeting, we have spent almost every day together. We are very similar in almost every way and are constantly made fun of by our husbands for our likeness. She clued me in to the MiLB Bible studies that we attend with the guys on Thursday nights and the wives only study Friday mornings, which have been a major blessing. The things I learned even in week one of the wives bible study deserves a post of its own, potentially for tomorrow.
Becca and I made our way to the guys opening scrimmage and the first thing I saw was my handsome husband in his Diamondbacks gear. There was something about seeing him in that uniform that made things more real. I have seen him wear uniforms for the Gamecocks and multiple summer ball teams, but there was something about seeing that Dbacks logo on his jersey that made all this seem… I don’t know… more meaningful?
I couldn’t have been more proud about the way he pitched either. I look forward to more 90 degree afternoons that will ultimately lead to placement on one of the teams in their minor league system. Now just to find out which one, right? That question is on the mind of every minor league girlfriend, fiancée and wife throughout the month of March. It is a feeling of anxiety that is indescribable, as I am sure the ladies reading this will agree. I know it is hard on the guys too — trying to wade through the coaches minds by making judgement calls from roster postings and timing of meetings and drills.
We’ve been on this journey for almost two weeks now and so far I can’t complain. I have been cooking away every night (pause for gasps and jaws dropping) and am finding ways to make healthy, cost-effective meals that I hope are reasonably appetizing. Becca, my previously mentioned new friend, has taught me some great money-saving tips that I will have her share with y’all in her guest post soon, and I will try to post some photos of the latest dishes from the minor league picture kitchen.
This is the creation of the night for Monday — a little mandarin chicken on brown rice with broccoli and green beans. If you are new to my world, the fact that there is food on the plate that I am responsible for is something to say, just to put your mind into perspective.
It is important I thank you for reading this and showing so much support. Despite what road God leads you on, He is going to use your life to impact the lives of others. I have never seen that so prominently as I have in the past week and I can’t wait to see how God is going to use us to further His kingdom. All he wants are tools, they do not have to be shiny or sharp — He will shape you as He sees fit.
Tomorrow is a new day. Things may get a little deeper in the minor league picture tomorrow. There are some important topics that I would be amiss to avoid. For now, I am headed to bed as my husband has been asleep since 8 p.m. Not a typo.