My husband came home from work on Monday and said that he didn't have the best day. I don't think it was incredibly awful... just not very good. We had a nice, normal family dinner and he did the dishes for me. We watched the Republican debate together in our room over the computer (he loves/hates politics) and laughed and joked about things (like Wolf Blitzer's name...seriously?). By the time we were about to go to sleep he said, "today was a pretty good day." I couldn't help but smile because I knew the majority of his day, the part spent at work, wasn't good. That means that a couple hours with me and our girls managed to turn everything around. I always want to be able to do that for him.
(P.S. It reminded him of The Office when, even though Jim lost a really big account, he had a good day because of Pam... how sweet!)