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 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 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! Life is too short to wake up with regrets... Love the people who treat you right and forget about each other's faults.
ENJOY LIFE NOW - IT HAS AN EXPIRATION DATE
And, this is not a rehearsal!
A reminder I needed tonight. Dh was being a pain, but I did ignore it!
ReplyDeleteI will take a whole plate of those really brown biscuits!..thanks for the reminder!..have a great day, Donna!..glad I found your blog!
ReplyDeleteGreat story and a good reminder for all of us. Thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteThat's a good one, Donna. Thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteGreat story, thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteYep, I've burnt a few biscuits in my time, too. :)
ReplyDeletePlease pass the biscuits -- great story...thanks for sharing it!
ReplyDeletegreat message
ReplyDeleteAmen to that! For some reason I'm hungry right now! Judy from Rvlifeonwheels
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