here it is...

I have never had such a busy, hardcore term then the one that I finished last week. I worked hard, striving for a great grade point average. - "great" for me is 3.5, I have never done well in school - I was diligent for the first three weeks, always doing homework and staying a little ahead of my classes. and then, Pirates of Penzance hit, and it hit hard, and didn't stop hitting me for 7 strait weeks. Seven strait weeks of spending for then 20 hours a week in rehearsals and performances. I tried, I really did, to keep up. But everyone else seemed to be doing better then me at juggling everything. It wasn't until last week that I realized why I couldn't do everything. 

Her. She was my problem.

We would get up and rush out the door. She would go to work. I would go to school. I would finish classes and 4 and rush to get some homework done and find dinner. She would get off work at 6 and I would be going to night rehearsals. afterwards I needed to be doing homework, but instead I would be rushing home to spend 20 minutes with her before she went to bed. 

Yes. I can't juggle school, a performance, and a wife. and looking back on it, I am ok with that. 

I love my wife, and I made it through this term because of her. The little time we spent together at night is what gave me the strength to get up in the morning. 

Thank you, my love. I would give up my world to spend an extra 20 minutes a day with you. 

I love you.