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 reached for his toast, smiled
at my mom, and asked 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 mommy put in a hard day at work today and she’s real
tired. And besides, a little burnt toast never hurt anyone!”
In bed that night, I thought about that scene at dinner…and the
kindness my daddy showed my mom. To this day, it’s a cherished memory from my childhood that I’ll never forget. And it’s one that came to mind just recently
when Jack and I sat down to eat dinner.
I had arrived home late…as usual…and decided we would have
breakfast food for dinner. Some things never change, I suppose!
To my amazement, I found the ingredients I needed, and quickly began
to cook eggs, turkey sausage, and buttered toast. Thinking I had things
under control, I glanced through the mail for the day. It was only a
few minutes later that I remembered that I had forgotten to take the toast out of the oven!
Now, had it been any other day — and had we had more than two pieces
of bread in the entire house — I would have started all over. But it had
been one of those days and I had just used up the last two pieces of
bread. So burnt toast it was!
As I set the plate down in front of Jack, I waited for a comment about
the toast. But all I got was a “Thank you!” I watched as he ate bite
by bite, all the time waiting for some comment about the toast. But
instead, all Jack said was, “Babe, this is great. Thanks for cooking
tonight. I know you had a hard day.”
As I took a bite of my charred toast that night, I thought about my
mom and dad…how burnt toast hadn’t been a deal-breaker for them. And I
quietly thanked God for giving me a marriage where burnt toast wasn’t
a deal-breaker either!
You know, life is full of imperfect things…and imperfect people. I’m
not the best housekeeper or cook. And you might be surprised to find
out that Jack isn’t the perfect husband! He likes to play his music too
loud, he will always find a way to avoid yard work, and he watches far
too many sports. Believe it or not, watching ” Golf Academy ” is not my
idea of a great night at home!
But somehow in the past 37 years Jack and I have learned to accept the
imperfections in each other. Over time, we have stopped trying to make each other in our own mold and have learned to celebrate our
differences. You might say that we’ve learned to love each other for
who we really are! 🙂