Sunday, February 5, 2012

Sunday morning

I’ve been doing the same task every Sunday morning for 20 years.

dress pants

a shirt that goes

ironing board

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.

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