Burned Biscuits
Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2012 1:31 am
This kinda hit home, and I thought some of you might enjoy it also.
When I was a kid, my Mom liked to make breakfast food for dinner
every now & then & 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 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 Dad 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 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 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 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!
And please pass this along to someone who has enriched your life...I just did!
Life is too short to wake up with regrets... Love the people who treat you right
and forget about the ones who don't.
ENJOY LIFE NOW - IT HAS AN EXPIRATION DATE!
When I was a kid, my Mom liked to make breakfast food for dinner
every now & then & 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 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 Dad 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 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 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 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!
And please pass this along to someone who has enriched your life...I just did!
Life is too short to wake up with regrets... Love the people who treat you right
and forget about the ones who don't.
ENJOY LIFE NOW - IT HAS AN EXPIRATION DATE!