258/365 Thank You

Fr. Miguel makes the rounds at the stewardship appreciation dinner. I'd spent the whole evening prayer chasing Leo around church, and then most of the dinner as well, since Mike, being on the stewardship commission, was walking around with a bottle of wine filling glasses. Nice evening.

Miguel makes it over to our table towards the end and chats a bit. Thanks me for all I do, which is what I assume he's said at pretty much every table--we have a diverse group of volunteers, and by that I mean lots of people do lots of different things.

"Thank you," he says.

"No problem," I shake my head. "I wouldn't do it if I didn't enjoy it."

"True," he starts, but I interrupt:

"I'm no martyr...."