Pass the Biscuits
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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."
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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 have compassion for the ones who don't.
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ENJOY LIFE NOW - IT HAS AN EXPIRATION DATE
(Courtesy of forwarded mail from Albert Choo)
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