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 watching him smear butter and jelly on that biscuit and eat every bite.
When I got up from the table that evening, I remember hearing my mom apologize to my dad for burning the biscuits, and I'll never forget what he said.
He smiled at her and said, "Honey, I love burned biscuits."
Later that night, I went to kiss my dad good night and I asked him if he really liked his biscuits burned.
| He wrapped me in his arms and
said, "Your mom put in a hard day at work today and she's real tired. And
besides, a little burnt biscuit never hurt anyone."
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, but 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 creating a healthy, growing, and lasting relationship. |
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We could extend this to any relationship. In fact, understanding is the base of any relationship, be it a husband-wife or parent-child or friendship.
Don't put the key to your happiness in someone else's pocket; keep it in your own.
God bless you today and always.
So, pass me a biscuit, and yes,
the burnt one will do just fine.
Quotes for the day:
"There is no medicine like hope, no incentive so great
and no tonic so powerful as expectation of something tomorrow."
-- O.S. Marden
"It's what you learn after you know it all that counts."
-- John Wooden
"Don't put a limit on anything. The more you dream
the farther you get."
-- Michael Phelps
