When I was a kid, Saturday meant one of two things: cartoons…or going to work with my Dad on his milk route. Well, to be clear, I didn’t have to go to work with my Dad until I was about 12 and up. So cartoons were the Saturday morning routine until then. But after about my 12th birthday, my brother and I were required to work on alternate Saturday’s in those early, early morning hours of a milkman.

At the time, like any typical kid, I didn’t really want to go do the milk route on those dark, early morning shifts. I figured I was missing out on all the fun all those other kids were getting to do while I was walking gallons of milk, pounds of butter, and sour cream to the doors of scores of houses. Ironically, after the fog lifted (from my eyes and from those south Texas roads), I actually enjoyed the day hanging out with my Dad. It was just the getting up at 3:00 a.m. I dreaded each week.

It’s funny how time can so drastically skew your perspective. My Dad passed away a little over 27 years ago. He was 7 years younger than I am now, and he endured 9 years of “terminal kidney failure” before relenting his life. So, I can see through the eyes of maturity that each day is a gift from God. And each day each one of us is given choices…happy or sad…serve or be served…truth or lies. I choose life, happiness, and truth. It’s the only way to make…

Saturday Gladder Day

Throw the gloomy out today and just be glad today.
Saturday’s the very best day that we’ve had today.
You could choose to have a frown and make a sadder day
Or set free your smile and have a gladder Saturday.

As for me, I’m thankful there’s a shiny sun today…
Even if I find out I’m the only one today.
All my needs are served up on a silver platter day…
And that’s how I know I’ll have a gladder Saturday.

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