Being a Pastor's Wife

It's all about being supportive, right?...IF I were one to GET embarrassed...I would say this would be a real topper. Here goes... Hubby has been pastoring since November, and up until this past Sunday night, I've done pretty well at being a quiet Pastor's wife.(I know some of you may find this hard to believe.) Anyway, we were having a fellowship time after the service this night and I was still in the kitchen preparing food when church started. So after the chicken finished cooking, I scooted in church about 10 minutes into the service. Our worship leader was out of town for the holiday weekend, so hubby was up front leading the singing. I tried to quietly make my way down to the third pew where our children were sitting. Hubby was through the first verse of the song when I sat down and grabbed myself a hymnal. I felt a little bad for him because I couldn't hear anyone else singing, and figured he couldn't either. So...to really show my support, I began to sing out good and strong. After the second of four verses, #1 whispered something to me...but I smiled, blew her off and got louder. I mean I was really belting it out holding the end notes so as to be heard by hubby. He would just look and me and smile during the song, like he was so proud of me. And I would smile back and sing out stronger, never missing a beat. The service went smooth after the singing, and hubby brought a good message. We ate together with the people after church, enjoyed ourselves and then went home. It wasn't until we were getting ready for bed, that hubby looked at me and said, "Why did you sing all the way through my solo tonight?"
I think I laughed myself to sleep...first out of embarrassment, but then because it was all just plain funny! and I couldn't figure out why hubby just couldn't find the humor in it all.