Delighted, I'm sure.

While ceremony fills me with grumpy, relaxed and peaceful gathering with dear people fills me with:

Delight.

My family,

having rolled into my living room
to partake in the events of the day,

joined with me and my usual cast of characters

in one of my favorite locations, 

for an evening of lounging,

chatting,

eating,

and playing.

I wandered around from place to place,

taking in the scene,

happy all over my heart.

The temperature perfect, the breeze lovely,
the food delicious, the people mine.

 These men manned the grill,

 these ladies oversaw the table.

In fact, the number of friends who worked behind the scenes to make the night a success gifted me with their kindness, and freed me to dwell in beautiful memories.

Memories like

 this,

 with this delightful one,

solidly one of my favorites.

Memories like

 conversation with this old cousin,

 getting to know this newer little face,

being with my family,

 being with other people's families,

being with the goodness of devoted friends.

Breezing by without a hitch,

the day began as a grumpy graduation,
but elevated itself to my favorite night,
of all time.

I was indeed delighted--
of this, I am sure.