Day 3477: A story or two

 

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A story or two ...

 

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 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 ugly burned biscuit. He ate every bite of that thing... never made a face nor uttered a word about it!

 

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 every now and then."

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!"

As I've grown older, I've thought about that many times. 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 other's 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 friends.

 

* I didn't write the above, but received it from Art, and learned from it. Thanks, Art.

 

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But, when WonderWoman was little I would often make her donuts. Using the pop-open biscuits and poke a hole in the center then fry. When done I would shake them in a paper bag with sugar and cinnamon, for sweetness and to drain the grease. 

One day I didn't turn them over soon enough and that side got very dark. I thought, the sugar and cinnamon would cover for me. But, WW, about 4, said knowingly, "black donuts", Mom?

 

 

 

 

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