Maybe I had gotten in trouble. Maybe it hadn’t been the best day ever. Maybe everything hurt. But I was home. I had gotten a kiss from someone who loved me. I had a bed to sleep in. For all intents and purposes, it was a good day despite a couple things. Then I opened the pizza box, saw there was only one single slice left, and I told myself again it was still a pretty good day. I had enough in the budget to call and order another pizza if I really wanted to, and that was pretty damn good if I said so myself.
