Burnt Biscuits

As 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 beakfast after a long, hard day at work. On that evening so long ago, my Mom placed a plate of eggs, sausage, and xtremely burned biscuits in front of my dad. I remember waiting to see if anyone nticed! 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!"

You know, 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. 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.

"Don't put the key to your happiness in someone else's pocket -- keep it in your own."

So... please pass me a biscuit, and yes, the burned one will do just fine! And please pass this along to someone who has enriched your life..., Oh yeah, pass the biscuits please!! )

Life is too short to wake up with regrets... Love the people who treat you right and forget about the ones who don't.

*Thanks, Bright Eyes