After a long day at work, my mom placed a plate of badly burned toast in front of my dad. I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed… However, even though my dad noticed, he reached for a piece of toast, smiled at my mom and asked me how I was doing in school.
I don’t remember what I said, but I do remember seeing him buttering his toast and eating it all.
When I got up from the table that night, I remember hearing my mother apologize to my father for the badly burned toast. I’ll never forget what she said, “Honey, don’t worry, sometimes I like my toast burnt.”
Later that night, I went to kiss my father good night and asked him if he liked burnt toast. He hugged me and said: “Your mother had a very hard day at work, she is very tired and besides, a little burnt toast doesn’t hurt anyone”.
Life is full of imperfect things and imperfect people. Learning to accept the flaws and deciding to celebrate each other’s differences is one of the most important things in creating a healthy and lasting relationship.
A burnt toast should not break a heart. Understanding and tolerance is the basis of any relationship. Be kinder than you think necessary, because all people, at this very moment, are fighting some kind of battle.
The path to happiness is not straight. There are curves called mistakes, there are traffic lights called friends, caution lights called family, and everything is achieved if you have: a spare tire called decision, a powerful engine called love, a good insurance called faith, abundant fuel called patience, but above all, an expert driver called God.