Burnt Biscuits

When I was a kid, my mum 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 mum 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 mum and ask me how my day was at school.

I don’t remember what I told him that night, but I do remember hearing  my mum 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 Mumma put in a long hard day at work today and she’s real tired. And besides… a burnt biscuit never hurt anyone!”

You know, life is full of imperfect people, imperfect things, and  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 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.

So, please pass me a biscuit. And yes, the burned one will do just fine.

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