Burnt Toast

When I was about eight or nine, my mom liked to cook and every now and then I remember she used to cook for us.
One night that still stands out in my mind is when she made dinner for us after a very long and rough day at work. After cooking, she served the food and placed a plate of jam and extremely burned toast in front of my dad. Not slightly burnt but completely blackened toast.

I was anxiously waiting to see if anyone noticed just how burned the toast was and if they would say anything. Instead, Dad ate his toast without complaint and asked me if I did my homework and how my day was. I don’t remember what I told him that night, but I do remember hearing my mom apologizing to dad for burning the toast. And I’ll never forget what he said:
“Sweetie, I love burned toast.”
Later that night, I went to tell my dad good night and ask him if he really liked his toast burned. He put his arm on my shoulder and said,
“Your momma put in a very long day at work today and she was very tired. And besides, a burnt piece of toast never hurts anyone, but you know what does? Harsh words!”
He then continued, “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 every other human. What I’ve learned over the years is that learning to accept one another’s faults and choosing to celebrate one another’s differences, is one of the most important keys for creating a healthy, growing and lasting relationship. Life is too short to wake up with regrets. Love the people who treat you right and have compassion for the ones who do not.”
And remember, enjoy life now 🙂

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