A bouquet of arrows

I turned down dinner at Zingerman's roadhouse last night. (For those who don't know it, Zingerman's is a local restaurant with excellent food)
Why?
Because I was hot and grubby, having spent the day teaching archery to cub scouts. And I needed a shower.
Because I needed to spend time repairing the damaged arrows so we could shoot again today.
Because dinner would have filled my stomach with joy for one evening, but the smiles on the faces of the boys who got bulls eyes today will fill my heart with joy for weeks.