Friday, March 30, 2012
Honey, I love burned biscuits.
I have found this story inspiring …
When I was a kid, my Mum liked to make breakfast food
for dinner every now & then. 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 Mum 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 Mum and asked me
how my day was at school. I don\’t remember what I told him that night,
but I do remember hearing my Mum 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 askedhim 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 other\’s
differences, is one of the most important keys to creating a healthy, growing,
and lasting relationship.
Life is too short to wake up with regrets…
Love the people who treat you right
and forget about the ones who don\’t.
ENJOY LIFE NOW - IT HAS AN EXPIRY DATE!
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Late ayi’s dinner
Dearest Arianna,
once again i am so glad that you have closed another good deal … or to use your word a “medium-size” contract …
it is a pity though that you prefer having “ayi” dinner instead coming and joining me … why u dont feel the urge to meet me? at least the food here is better that your ayi’s
good night sweety