The EnGAGment Party.
It was the perfect weather.
It was the hula hoop contest that Chris and I lost instantly (we were simply horrible) but my Aunt Dana won hands down.
It was the delicious food and the chocolate fountain.
It was the bartender, who made the most delicious cosmo I have ever had, and also made non-alcoholic strawberry shakes for the kids who were belly-up to the bar.
It was my mother and Chris's mother, wearing flowered leis and big straw hats, circling the tables on the lawn and coercing people to join their conga line.
It was my nephew C and my niece-to-be MP playing with little plastic army men while they sat at a teeny table for two.
It was my mother and father at the same table, laughing, after almost a decade of divorce.
It was my Baby Niece A, dancing (with her father's help) to YMCA.
It was my sister in VA, calling in to say hi to everyone. (We missed you, Court!!)
It was my two best friends, together once again, to celebrate with me.
It was the tireless work of Chris's mom and her significant other, making all the arrangements for our families to be together and celebrate. (Diane and L, an endless thank you.)
It was a string of decent blood sugars, despite the cake, the cosmos, and the chaos.
It was watching my friends getting to know my future sister-in-law, and leaning in to me and whispering, "Your new family is wicked cool!"
It was having my whole family together in one place.
It was Chris's speech, as he thanked everyone for coming to celebrate our engagement. He stopped, mid-sentence, and almost confessed, "You know? I'm really looking forward to getting married."
You know what, baby?
I am, too.