Love and Burned Biscuits

Happy Valentines Day…with a story shared by friend of the T4D Angela Heick.

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, 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 biscuit and eat every bite!

When I got up from the table that evening, I 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 hard day at work today and she’s real tired. And besides ” a little burned biscuit never hurt anyone!”

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. But what I’ve learned over the years is that learning to accept each other’s faults – and choosing to celebrate each others differences – is one of the most important keys to creating a healthy, growing, and lasting relationship.

We could extend this to any relationship. In fact, understanding is the base of any relationship, be it a husband-wife or parent-child or
co-worker.

“Don’t put the key to your happiness in someone else’s pocket – keep it in your own.”

Kirk Out

Comments

  1. Lynne Nash

    I can remember my mum telling me about the first roast chicken dinner she cooked as a newlywed. She said everything was burnt, she’d only ever watched her sister cook before and didn’t have a clue. My mum was in tears for the entire meal but my dad sat there and ate every scrap without complaint.

  2. Dena Freeman

    I do indeed believe we are all responsible for our own happiness no matter what the life situation is. We should make the best of everything else we’ll just be mostly miserable. And for the record I really DO love burned biscuits!

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