My church assignment takes me to a different ward in our stake several times each month. Sunday I headed down to the Chinese Branch in China town. The subway seemed to be much more crowded than normal and with each stop as we got closer to Canal Street, the crowd became excited. As we emerged from the subway I began to understand the excitement. It was the Chinese New Year parade and thousands of people had come out on what was a beautiful Sunday afternoon to participate. There were balloons and fireworks and dragons and floats. Several of the streets I needed to cross were closed off so I wound my way through China town only to discover that part of the celebration included throwing confetti at each other. I was covered with confetti sparkles by the time I made it to church, but felt like I had appropriately welcomed in the Year of the Tiger.
