The Church Dinner Line

The Preacher Man and I have the same viewpoint in many areas and situations.


We both prefer a booth over a table.
We both like sweet tea.
We both love church.
We both want to get fit.
We both are friendly-people.
We both like to give our Sissy-girl our spare change for her piggy bank.

But there is one area in which we highly disagree on.

The. Church. Dinner. Line.

I like to quickly get in line before all the good stuff is gone, before everyone has spread their germs across the wide-variety of food, and before all the children poke and touch the desserts. However, being the good Preacher Man that he is, he waits until THE VERY last person goes through the line before he gets his plate.

This often means all the deviled eggs are usually gone (his fav). The salads and casseroles have all been stirred around so much it's hard to make out what they are. All the white meat turkey is gone. The only hot rolls left, are the squished ones. And, once you're plate is filled it's hard to find a place for us all to sit together.


And, being the good First Lady of the church that I am....
I wait to go through the line side-by-side with my husband.

I know this post sounds like a pity party. But I am actually not complaining. I am bragging.

I have the sweetest most thoughtful man in all the world. He always puts others before himself. He looks to the needs of others before even considering his own. He would go without so someone could be with. He is the kindest man, not only when he's in his Preacher suit, but every day of the week.


Thanks Preacher Man, you're one of a kind.