Burned Bisquits.

Patricia Richards Whitehead,

I have not seen you since high school (PHS 1950), but I know that your life has been richly blessed.

Thanks for sharing this nugget of wisdom.

Sam
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From: Patricia Whitehead
To: Sam Kegley
Sent: Friday, August 14, 2009 3:09 AM
Subject: BURNED BISCUITS





Subject: Fw: BURNED BISCUITS








BURNED BISCUITS

Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass…
It's about learning to dance in the rain.

When I was a little child, 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 biscuit 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 biscuits. And I'll never forget what he said: “Baby, 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 hard day at work today and she's real tired. And besides, a little burnt biscuit 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 one of the most important keys to creating a healthy, growing and lasting relationship.

"Don't put the key to your happiness in someone else's pocket – keep it in your own."