Well...things came to a head after Steve and I left for Gainesville on Friday. Let's just say he was in quite a mood and I was done with getting my feelings hurt. It was storming so we got about 10 minutes into our trip and turned around. Forget it, we went Saturday morning instead. One less night with family, but I think it was for the better. On the way home it seemed as if Steve started to feel better because being at home for one more night enabled him to get some of his schoolwork done. We got home and I helped him with research. I would like to point out that I already have my MBA and it is very hard for me to accept his "whining" (my opinion of course) about the workload. (in my head I say, "It's a Master's degree!!! Of course there is work involved!!! What the hell do you think I was doing for a year?!?!?!"). Then I remind myself that I did not work while getting my MBA. Then I remember that I worked full time my last year of undergrad and he never had to work. Then I have to step back and remember that this is not a competition, this is a marriage. When one of us is down, the other has to step it up. Recently, Steve has been the one in a slump. But in the past (and inevitably in the future) it has been me. We love each other and must support each other. After a great Friday night, we left for Gainesville Saturday morning. We got to spend quality time with the triplets and our cousins. Then Steve's parents and sister came with our nephew and the world seemed perfect. Together with our loved ones, in love. So accepted by my in-laws. So, so happy.
Sunday was the Baptism of the triplets. Steve officially became their Godfather. I was beaming with pride. I am so, so lucky.