One vivid day in 2006, my kids' dad (who I never even thought about marrying because A, I didn't like him that much, and B, I thought marriage couldn't exist in a consent culture) made a snarky remark about veganism being an eating disorder, right in front of our impressionable young sons.
In response, I jokingly bowed my head over our meal and prayed, "Jesus, if you give me a man who wants salad at the dinner table every night, I will marry him."
This week -- with four to go until we get married -- Robin, who previously only ate beige things, has started a new regimen of eating salad every day.
Nicely played, Jesus.
In response, I jokingly bowed my head over our meal and prayed, "Jesus, if you give me a man who wants salad at the dinner table every night, I will marry him."
This week -- with four to go until we get married -- Robin, who previously only ate beige things, has started a new regimen of eating salad every day.
Nicely played, Jesus.