The Burned Biscutes

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 donnot remember what I told him that night, but I do remember watching him eating biscuits happily.

When I got up from the table that evening, I remember hearing my mom apologize to my dad for burning the biscuts.

And I will never forget what he said, Honey, I loave 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 is really tired. And besides, a little burned biscuit will never hurt anyone.

As I have grown older, I have thought about that many times.

Life is full of impoerfect things and imperfect people.

Learning to accept each other;s faults is one of the most important keys to creating a healthy, growing, and lasting relationship.