A good one and so true - thought you might like to read it and learn a lesson.
A story by a girl.
"When I was a little girl, 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 toast in front of my dad.
I remember waiting to see if anyone ?noticed! Yet all my dad did was
reach for his toast, 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 toast 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
toast. And I'll never forget what he
said: 'Baby, I love burned toast.'
Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy good night
and I asked him if He really liked his toast burned. He
wrapped me in his arms and said, 'Debbie,
your Momma put in a hard day at work today and
she's real ?tired. And besides-a little burnt toast
never hurt anyone!' You know, life is full of
imperfect things.....and imperfect people. I'm
not the ?best housekeeper or cook.
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 the one of
the most important keys to creating a healthy,
growing, ?and lasting relationship.
A story by a girl.
"When I was a little girl, 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 toast in front of my dad.
I remember waiting to see if anyone ?noticed! Yet all my dad did was
reach for his toast, 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 toast 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
toast. And I'll never forget what he
said: 'Baby, I love burned toast.'
Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy good night
and I asked him if He really liked his toast burned. He
wrapped me in his arms and said, 'Debbie,
your Momma put in a hard day at work today and
she's real ?tired. And besides-a little burnt toast
never hurt anyone!' You know, life is full of
imperfect things.....and imperfect people. I'm
not the ?best housekeeper or cook.
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 the one of
the most important keys to creating a healthy,
growing, ?and lasting relationship.
