I received an email today, you know the type, with words of wisdom and the suggestion that you should pass it on. Normally I would delete this kind of mailing but this one struck a cord with me. If I could credit the author, I would, but there was a constant stream of email addresses but no author to credit.
I would therefore like to share this with you now:
"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 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 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 learned over the years is that learning to accept each others faults and choosing to celebrate each others differences, is one of the most important keys to creating a healthy, growing, and lasting relationship"
On the Lilypad, we can help you find the perfect gift, an unusual present or some unique personalisation but we cant help you to be perfect. Perfect is an opinion or an aspiration and who wants to be perfect anyway??
So...please pass me a biscuit. And yes, the burned one will do just fine!