Please pass me a (burnt) biscuit

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When I was young, my mum liked to make breakfast food for dinner every now and then. It was fun. 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 mum placed a plate of eggs, sausage, and extremely burnt 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, I'll never forget what he said:  "Honey, I love burnt biscuits."

Later that night, I went to kiss my dad good night and I asked him if he really liked his biscuits.  



He wrapped me in his arms and said, "Your mum 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 learnt over the years is that learning to accept the faults of others choosing to celebrate our 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.  Life is too short to wake up with regrets. Love the people who treat you right and forget about the ones who don't. 

Now, I am all grown up. I too am beautifully broken and perfectly imperfect.