Burned biscuits

[Thanks to Henry]

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 ugly burned biscuit. He  ate every bite of that thing... Never made a face nor uttered a word  about it!

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 every now and then."

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  burned biscuit never hurt anyone!"

As I've grown  older, I've thought about that many times. 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 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. 

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