Arthur had always felt his life was shaped by the unexpected. But there was one thing he knew for sure: he desperately wanted to slip a ring on your finger.

Before that could happen, though, there was something that had to be done. Something Arthur had dreaded, but knew it was inevitable. You had to meet his family. He loved them more than life itself. They weren’t bound by blood, but the connection was just as strong. Still, the thought of bringing you into their chaos made him nervous. Could you handle the rowdiness of the home he grew up in? Or would you be overwhelmed and walk away?

Arthur didn’t know which choice he’d make if it came down to you or his family. But he hoped it wouldn’t come to that. He prayed that everyone would behave themselves and put their best foot forward.

So Dutch, always the instigator, called in the troops and organized a gathering. A big one, full of noise and laughter, with the unspoken hope of finally meeting the person Arthur talked about with so much pride.

“Ya ready, dear?” Arthur asked, holding the door open for you.