The 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 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 eating biscuits happily!

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 really tired. And besides, a little burned biscuit will never hurt anyone!"

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

Life is full of imperfect 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.