Material Girl

There are certain material things in life that I don't really think I can live without. Chief among those many things has to be *drum roll.........* My husband's plain ole white Hanes 100% cotton tagless tees: size XL of course. Yessirry, the good old ones. I won't wear his newer, stiff, unstained ones. There is definitely some charm that comes with a 6-year-old shirt that Wes won't even wear to work out in. I don't know if it's the stretched-out neckline, the shortened length from being washed so many times, the miniature holes in the seams of the armpits, the softness of the material, or the faint hint of his cologne that just never seems to completely wash out, that makes my slumber peaceful. Whatever it is, I will continue to pick those babies off the top of the trashcan when Wes tries to retire them, throw them in the wash, and wear them over and over again! One thing is for sure: Late at night, when we're ready to pass out after a long day of work and kids, all I have to say is, "Can I have a Honey shirt?" and my honey pulls open his second drawer, grabs an old tattered shirt, and tosses it my way--with love.