What a Saturday

A few Saturdays ago when we were walking from our apartment to the temple we caught a sight of the bus parking lot. Instead of the usual 4-5 buses there were 10. We knew then it would be a busy day.

Little did we know how busy. We had a lot of patrons but not may workers. There was a skeleton crew to help those who came. One blessing of being busy is that time flies by. At the end of the day we came home feeling grateful that we survived. This was a day we knew we were needed and that we had made a difference.