Eating my words :-)
I have found that during 10+ years of marriage, that occasionally I have had to eat my words when it comes to things that I say (or have said) to Ben. I will say that our time together has taught me a lot and I believe I might not be nearly as shallow as I once was 😉
Thirteen years ago, on one of our first dates, Benjamin took me to Carowinds Amusement Park. He met me wearing a cartoon character t-shirt and a fanny pack.
I was incredibly embarrassed to be seen with him and made sure he knew it. I told Ben after that date that if he wanted another date, he should get rid of the fanny pack. He lovingly obliged.
Our second week in Texas as I watched Ben stand and get yanked backward by his pump (carried in his man purse) multiple times I decided that I was going to have to eat my words and buy him a fanny pack. It was waiting for him when we returned home from Texas… I smile every time I look at it as I think about the days when I told him I would never approve of him wearing a fanny pack.
Laugh if you want. I do. I have learned so much through this experience and have grown in ways that I never thought that I would. I have asked the Lord to continue to lead and guide me, even if it is shopping for fanny packs.
I imagine that in the next decade or two of marriage, I will have to eat my words again… (maybe let Ben wear straight leg jeans and zip away pants more) 😉 But hopefully I get a few more years before I have to eat my words about the mini van… I’m not quite there yet…