I'm not perfect and that is perfect!

I have just returned from a visit with my family in Texas.  Being around my parents this time I've sort of picked out things from each of them that I see in myself.  It doesn't matter to me if the qualities I saw were good, bad, negative, positive, annoying, or happy.  All that matters is that they were not perfect when I was growing up. They are not perfect now, nor will they ever be.  Their imperfections have made me who I am....imperfect.  Imperfection is a blessing.  I accept myself for who I am.  Thank you Mom & Dad for being who you are....yourselves and nothing more.