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 apologise 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 mama put in a long hard day at work today and she's really tired.
And besides... A burnt biscuit never hurt anyone but harsh words do!"
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 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.
So...please pass me a biscuit.
And yes, the burnt one will do just fine!
And please pass this along to someone who has enriched your life...and me too if 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. ENJOY LIFE NOW - IT HAS AN EXPIRY DATE.
Denny Skyy: Wow bro, yo story made me rethink a few things...cheers for e word.....
ReplyDeleteaaaah Neo, :'( u deep dawg but Im still diggin ya !!!
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