When I was a kid, my mom liked to make breakfast food for
dinner every now and then.
And I remember one night in particular when she had made
breakfast after a long, hard day at work.
On that evening so long ago, my mom placed a plate of eggs,
sausage, and extremely burned biscuits in front of my dad.
I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed! Yet all my dad
did was reach for his Biscuit, smile at my mom and ask me how my day
was at school.
I don't remember what I told him that night, but I do
remember hearing my mom apologize to my dad for burning the
biscuits. And I'll never forget what he said: "Honey, I love
burned biscuits." Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy good night
and I asked him if he really liked his biscuits burned. He wrapped
me in his arms and said, "Your momma put in a long hard day at work
today and she's real tired. And besides... a burnt biscuit never
You know, life is full of imperfect things... and imperfect
people. I'm not the best at hardly anything, and I forget birthdays
and anniversaries just like everyone else.
What I've learned over the years is that learning to accept
each others faults and choosing to celebrate each others
differences, is one of the most important keys to create a healthy,
growing, and lasting relationship. Whatever this relationship is
"friendship , lovers or even parents & their children".
So...please pass me a biscuit. And yes, the burned one will
do just fine! And please pass this along to someone who has
enriched your life...
I just did!
Life is too short to wake up with regrets... Love the people
who treat you right and forget about the ones who don't.