2- His Scalp.
Who thanks God for her man’s scalp? I do. For one, he trusts me to cut his hair, so I have an intimate relationship with it. In the shower, I wash and condition it. When he lays his head on my lap, I massage oil into it. His barber, although a professional, can’t/shouldn’t do my man’s scalp like I do. I take care of it because that’s where his crown rests. Every time I pay attention to his scalp, I acknowledge my man’s greatness. As long as I am alive, nothing and no one will stop me from protecting his crown.