Burned 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. 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 ate every bite! My dad was like that. A wonderful man with such a good heart. I miss him so much.

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 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 today and she's real tired. And besides-a little burned biscuit never hurt anyone!

Life is full of imperfect things and imperfect people. But what I have 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.