There's No Place Like Home

And if he never wants to go back to Illinois, can you blame him? 

This is what my wonderful, sweet, amazing husband endured in Illinois. I am proud to say that he did stand up to the phrase, "There's NO crying in baseball." Chase took one for the team, and let me tell you-- it was a nasty one. This is a couple days later and it doesn't look SO bad. This is an orbital blowout fracture, which was endured by the baseball that Chase's father-in-law hit right back to him, with a slight hop and some nasty top-spin. 

I am happy to report that Chase is healing quite well. He is very colorful, I might add. He endured  a 14-hour car ride with me driving him back to Oklahoma. Thankfully, it was not my first rodeo, and I'd made the LONG drive many times before. We cut our trip short so we could get him back to the eye doctor and ENT specialist to make sure he really was going to be okay. God was definitely watching over Chase when he got hit. He doesn't have to have surgery and his eye sight is fine. He will be very colorful for a while, but it'll heal on it's own. I might add that I get a lot of strange looks from people in public. I am waiting for the Department of Human Services to show up on my door step any day now. 

We are okay with joking about this subject a little bit more now that we know he is okay. I should probably add that my dad does NOT hate this wonderful husband of mine, and he feels absolutely awful! 

There's no place like home, right....