When I
was a kid, I remember my Mom liked to cook food every now & then. I
remember one night in particular when she had made dinner after a long,
hard day at work. On that evening, my Mom placed a plate of bread, jam 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 asked 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. I'll never forget what he said: "Honey, I love burned
biscuits."Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy & say 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 hurt anyone but harsh words do! "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
other’s faults and choosing to celebrate each other’s differences, is one of
the most important keys to creating a healthy, growing, and lasting
relationship. So...please pass me a biscuit. And yes, the burnt 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 have compassion for the ones who don't.
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