A gift from my wife (She got it from somewhere, most probably from someone else's blog)

EMBRACING IMPERFECTION

When I was a little girl, I could remember, my mom making breakfast and dinner for us. And I remember one night in particular when she had made dinner after a long, hard day at work. On that evening so long ago, my mom placed a plate of egg, sausage, and extrmely burned toast in front of my dad. I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed. Yet all my dad did was reach for his toast, smiled at 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 ask him if he really liked his toast burned.
He wrapped me in his arms and said "Dear, your momma put in a hard day at work today and she's real tired, and besides a little burnt toast never hurt anyone"..."You know life is full of imperfect things and imperfect people."

I am 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 difference is one of the most important keys to crating a healthy growing and lasting relationship.