I have a pretty simple system when it comes to ironing. I don’t. I know many good women who do. My mother, for example. She irons a shirt like nobody’s business. She has tried to teach me her ways, but I have not walked in them. My mother-in-law… she just turns on the tv, sets up the ironing board, and goes to town. I have seen her in action. My father-in-law is an attorney, has to wear a dress shirt nearly every day to work. I’m so glad my husband is a youth pastor who can wear fun t-shirts he found at Salvation Army. Early in our marriage, I tried to get him into wearing polo shirts-those babies are wash and wear. As a young wife, I went to Old Navy and bought him one in every color. He didn’t like them.
What happens now is that my husband will iron a shirt if he wants to wear it. They hang out in a laundry basket until it’s their turn. The other day, though, I had a strange and random thought go through my head while I was cleaning our bedroom…”Maybe I should iron his shirts.” HOLD THE PHONE. STOP THE PRESSES. I believe I received a WORD, you guys. Our four year old was tired, so I turned on the tv in our bedroom and set up the ironing board. She watched Paw Patrol and I ironed.
I was going to play it cool and just let my husband discover those fine shirts hanging in his closet but I couldn’t. When he got home, he asked if I would listen as he ran through his upcoming sermon after the kids were in bed and I said, “How about you just go look in your closet?” In my mind I was thinking, “He is gonna just tell me to take the rest of the night off. Let’s order in pizza and give the woman a trip to the spa FOR SHE HAS IRONED THE SHIRTS.”
There was no loud proclamation. I listened. I even walked back the hallway to make sure he had seen the sight in his closet. I was on the receiving end of a really warm hug with some lovely words of appreciation, and then we went on with our night as if the miraculous had not just occurred. Apparently, he knows wives everywhere do this on a regular basis.
I listened to his sermon that night (you guys, it is GOOD). I can’t wait for our church family to hear it. So on Sunday, when you see my man preaching in a freshly ironed shirt, please do not let it distract you from what he is saying. You wouldn’t be distracted by the sharp creases, just the wrinkled sleeves…I haven’t quite perfected the long sleeve technique yet. Maybe next year…