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, 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 Daddy good night
and I asked him if he really liked his biscuits burned.

He wrapped me in his arms and said,
"Your mamma 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 others 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.