Burnt Biscuits
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 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: "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 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've learned over the years 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.