Right now people are reading this hoping for scandalous pictures of me shaking my money maker completely sober out on a dance floor that were taken last night. But alas they are going to be stuck reading this (I’m not sure yet what adjective to use here) note to you.
Just now when you left to go back to school to continue your adverse possession of the law library I squeaked out a “Please don’t go.” through snot and puffy teary eyes. I wanted to say it to you, but I know school is where you need to be and I know if I would have said it to you, you would have stayed. But I’m so grateful for the hour you came home to be with me tonight that I can’t go getting selfish.
Now don’t worry, this isn’t me getting sad. This is me missing you. This is also me so damn tired from shaking my money maker last night that my ears are buzzing, by eyes are burning and I’m beginning to hear voices. Unfortunately I don’t think there’s a single person (including you) that wants to hear my voice and my constant nose blowing right now. But the blog never cares what hour it is or what I’m wearing or how many tissues pile up next to it.
I love you so much I feel like half of my heart is missing, locked up in a law library at the corner of West and New York for 18 hours a day. I know it’s only a couple more weeks. And I know as soon as I get a good nights sleep I’ll sound and act a whole lot less crazy. But for now you’re all I can think about. How I’m even more in love with you now that that moment on your couch I knew I was going to be with you forever over seven years ago is beyond me. But I am.
Keep on doing what you’re doing.
Only one more year of school.
I’m so proud to call you my husband. And honored that you ever chose me to be your wife and the ruler mother of your child.
And even though you’ll be at school for 55 of the next 72 hours please don’t forget that my birthday is on Monday. Law school’s important, but not that important. Duh.
Loce,
Redbeth
(Oh, and by the way, those scandalous pictures? Right here baby, right here. Promise I’ll get to that after I recover from all this love I have for Cody.)
making unbreakable - formerly moosh in indy. 
Awwww, Sweet Casey & lucky Cody!
You did look adorable in those pictures.
Sending you love & hugs, Alli
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i know that this post is about your husband-love [and how totally sweet that is!], but i have to share a sorta stalkerish blog moment.
i knew you were bossy’s “guess and press” from YOUR ONE EYE in the photo.
um, yeah… perhaps i spend too much time reading blogs.
looks like the night was a ton of fun! i’m despondent that i missed bossy’s spin through dc 😦
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What a sweet post! I had to go through law school with my husband,and it is definitely hard on the wife, I’ll agree. My husband went to law school in a different town, so I lived 200 miles away and was doing the single parenting, plus pregnant, then eventually had a newborn, all on my own.
Sometimes you just have to take things day by day to get through it all. And, I agree, he can definitely afford to remember your birthday!!
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You’re adorable. Law School sucks and then you die. No, wait. That’s life. Law School sucks and then they become lawyers and then you WANT to die.
At least that’s what all the women I used to know who had been wives of law students would tell me. Well, dernit, they were SO WRONG. Erm. Or maybe not, I guess we’ll have to wait and see until your man and my man are actually lawyers.
It’ll be worth it. It WILL. In time.
But I swear, if I have to clench my teeth and say “two more years” one more time while I am dripping in my bath towel and wearing my one-of-five shirts YET AGAIN, I swear I may explode.
My husband had credits on the Law Journal, so he was able to take one less class and has basically been carrying my sorry butt through this first year of my degree, so I can’t relate on the time thing, but MAN, am I sick of being POOR. Don’t know how you do it, tuition down there is about five times higher than in Canada.
Anyways, this is long, but I figure if you are blue:( and snotty at the computer while mooshie sleeps, perhaps you’re in the mood for long comments. NO? Sry. haha 🙂
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I remember how hard it was a few years ago when the hubby was going through a really intense program to get his masters and teaching credential in one year (it usually takes a minimum of two years in California). It suuuuuucked. At least your hubby will be making the big bucks when this is done and he’ll keep you in purses and baking materials! My hubby isn’t even teaching anymore. So glad we did that.
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Ahh, that makes me sad…that’s how I feel when Jeff has to work long hours on a project. My absolute least favorite is when I have to go to bed before he’s home. I don’t sleep well when he’s not home!
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Aw, sweetie. You can do it. Get a good night’s rest – you need to be ready yo celebrate your birthday in style.
xo
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How sweet. Your posts always make me cry. Dang you Barbara Wawa.
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My husband is at school all day today, too. I have a sinus infection, the kid has strep and staph A, and I am six months pregnant and generally so hormonal that I cry and/or freak out at the drop of the proverbial hat.
It’s Saturday, and all I want is to be with my husband and my kid.
I miss my hometown and my family and for goodness sake’s if I have to be alone all day, why can’t it be down the street from my sister instead of 700 miles away?
I hate the Midwest.
I feel you this, friend, I really, totally, completely utterly feel this. You have a compatriot in me, Casey.
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How is it I love Cody on your behalf? It’s what makes the world go ’round…
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Hang in there. I don’t know how you manage being the wife of a law student. My husband was the fiance of a law student, and we lived in different STATES. It sucked. I could barely take care of myself and study, let alone a family. You guys are solid. Exams are almost over!!!!!
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I need to give you hugs RIGHT NOW!
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Heya
Added you to my bloglist. Thanks for the comments.
Oh, and if I had known at the time how LJ was for comments, I totally would’ve gone with something else!
Did you find me on the Rav?
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You give me hope that I will still be in love with my husband in seven years. God is Good.
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Nope, the fantastic Mrs. Poot and Cubby.
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So, I’m fantastic now, am I? (Blushes)
This post was so sweet, Casey. Maybe I need to send my husband out of the house for 20 hours a day so that I can appreciate him more. I know I’ve said it before, but I truly don’t know how you do it. I hope you guys get to spend some quality time together tomorrow. Happy early birthday, sweetness. 🙂
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Would that be hunka hunka burning love? How sweet, I hope he doesn’t forget your birthday!!
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Sometimes I think you’re me. No, that’s not right, but I guess I relate ridiculously well to the feelings and Stuff that you put on the internet. Thanks.
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