a shirt that goes
I choose his clothes for church and make sure everything is neatly pressed.
“Brown or black shoes with these?” he asks.
Not because he’s lazy or incapable but because I love him.
“What color t-shirt underneath?” he asks.
“Her husband is respected at the city gate, where he takes his seat among the elders of the land.” Proverbs 31:23.
He takes his place at church Sunday morning, this preacher husband of mine, and he looks good, if I do say so myself.