{"id":1866,"date":"2013-05-21T21:04:30","date_gmt":"2013-05-21T21:04:30","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.stephaniedaily.com\/?p=1866"},"modified":"2013-05-21T21:46:12","modified_gmt":"2013-05-21T21:46:12","slug":"love-right-enjoy-life","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.stephaniedaily.com\/?p=1866","title":{"rendered":"Love Right, Enjoy Life&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/urbanbellemag.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/04\/old_black_couple.jpg\" \/><\/p>\n<p class=\"alignleft\" style=\"padding-left: 30px;\"><span style=\"color: #000000; font-size: 16px; font-family: georgia, palatino;\">Please enjoy this little story I got from a friend: <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"alignleft\" style=\"padding-left: 30px;\"><span style=\"color: #000000; font-size: 16px; font-family: georgia, palatino;\">&#8220;When I was a kid, Mum liked to make food for dinner &amp; I remember one night in particular when she had made dinner after a long, hard day at work. On that evening, Mum placed a plate of bread, jam 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, smiled at my Mum and asked me how my day was at school. I don&#8217;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&#8217;ll never forget what he said: &#8220;Honey, I love burned biscuits.&#8221; 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, &#8220;Your momma put in a long hard day at work today and she&#8217;s really tired. And besides&#8230; A burnt biscuit never hurt anyone but harsh words do!&#8221; You know, life is full of imperfect things&#8230;and imperfect people. I&#8217;m not the best. What I&#8217;ve learned over the years is that learning to accept each others faults and choosing to celebrate each other\u2019s differences, is one of the most important keys to creating a healthy, growing and lasting relationship. So&#8230;please pass me a biscuit. And yes, the burnt one will do just fine! Life is too short to wake up with regrets&#8230; Love the people who treat you right and have compassion for the ones who don&#8217;t. ENJOY LIFE NOW &#8211; IT HAS AN EXPIRY DATE&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"alignleft\"><span style=\"font-size: 16px; font-family: georgia, palatino; color: #000000;\">Which part of this story touches you the most?<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"alignleft\"><!--more--><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Please enjoy this little story I got from a friend: &#8220;When I was a kid, Mum liked to make food for dinner &amp; I remember one night in particular when she had made dinner after a long, hard day at work. On that evening, Mum placed a plate of bread, jam 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, smiled at my Mum and asked me how my day was at school. I don&#8217;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&#8217;ll never forget what he said: &#8220;Honey, I love burned biscuits.&#8221; 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, &#8220;Your momma put in a long hard day at work today and she&#8217;s really tired. And besides&#8230; A burnt biscuit never hurt anyone but harsh words do!&#8221; You know, life is full of imperfect things&#8230;and imperfect people. I&#8217;m not the best. What I&#8217;ve learned [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[12,14],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1866","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-blog","category-make-me-fabulous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.stephaniedaily.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1866","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.stephaniedaily.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.stephaniedaily.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.stephaniedaily.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.stephaniedaily.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1866"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/www.stephaniedaily.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1866\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1872,"href":"https:\/\/www.stephaniedaily.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1866\/revisions\/1872"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.stephaniedaily.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1866"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.stephaniedaily.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1866"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.stephaniedaily.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1866"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}