Burned Biscuits

Burned Biscuits

When I was a little child, at times 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 food at
dinner time 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 smear butter and jelly on that
burnt biscuit and eat every bite!

When I got up from the table that evening, I
remember hearing my mom apologise to my dad
for burning the biscuits. And I’ll never forget
what he said: “Baby, 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
burned biscuit never hurt anyone!”

You know, life is full of imperfect things… and
imperfect people. I’m not the best housekeeper
or cook. 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. And
that’s my prayer for you today!
— Author unknown