“What’s that?”, our daughter asks, looking at the weekly calendar on the refrigerator.

“It’s ‘Dad Day’…that’s gonna be Saturday, when Mom is at a conference”, I respond.

What a day it is, Dad Day.

Sure to be filled with a mixed bag of good; will make it that way regardless of what comes up.

Maybe a sleep-in, maybe not; maybe some errands, maybe not; maybe three grumps, maybe not.

Maybe three fun little kids, good attitudes from the start; maybe three happy kids, helpful and happy and full of fun.

And maybe, just maybe, I make my attitude that way regardless of the situ, regardless of circumstance. Maybe regardless of the way they are, maybe I make it good. Be thankful, and I preach to myself most days.

Make it good. GOOD.