It begins again....a new semester with a new class schedule to try and remember, more law books filling up the corners of my bedroom but emptying my already dwindling pocketbook. Not to mention the loss of a husband for the next 12 or so weeks. And when said husband is here, he's distracted with thoughts of criminal procedures and tort reform and telling me why the cases I watch on Law and Order and CSI, "Would never hold up in a real court of law." I'll start feeling sorry for my self and all the pressure I'm experiencing because Im having to do it all on my own. Then, by week 10 or 11, I'll be staring into bloodshot eyes, rubbing slouched shoulders, editing case reports and cleaning out a car littered with Monster Energy drink cans and hot dog wrappers. And that's when it will hit me! When I'll realize the immense amount of pressure that he's been under. The stress that he faces each and every day to excel in his classes. To stand out above the other 100 or so students in the same field. And all for us. I know that being a lawyer was not his first career choice, but it is the choice he made as a father and husband so that he can build a better life for our family. That's when I will remember how blessed I am to be a law student's wife!