An invitation for every kind of gathering.

Dinner, dancing, and celebration to follow.

Grandma has knitted the bunny. The rest of the nursery is up to us.

Mei has washed every tiny thing twice and hung it all on the line.

Hats encouraged.

Brunch in the garden while the azaleas are still out.

Fold a wish for the baby into a paper star.

Yorkshire puddings by the dozen and a cracker at every plate. Paper hats are not optional.

There will be pastéis de nata.

Two dozen Wellfleets and a magnum we’ve been saving.

Their first date was a double feature. We’ve rented the whole Lyceum for a third.

We met in the poetry aisle ten years ago. Come help us pick a book for the next ten.

Strawberry picking, then a very small cake.

Garden party, string trio, photo booth and a very pink cake.

A garden lunch among her geraniums.

A long, candlelit dinner among the garden roses.

Bring a blanket and your oldest stuffed friend. The bears get the shade.

A light brunch, a lighter crowd. Gifts are optional; good stories aren't.

Everything in pairs, please: diapers in newborn and size one.

Lupe and Marisela are pouring the tea. The macarons are pistachio and rose.

Black tie or black anything. Five courses, dark wine and a ghost story or two.

Sweet tangyuan by the bowlful and a riddle on every lantern. Solve one, win a red envelope.

Bánh chưng, candied ginger and lucky money for the kids. Be our first guest of the year.

Lamps lit, rangoli drawn and the biryani on low. Come hungry and stay for the sparklers.

Nonna braids it with the dyed eggs baked right in. Frittata and prosecco on the porch.

Mehndi, bangles and chai till late.

The good teacups are coming out of the cabinet for her.

Six pinks from Provence and beyond, poured cold under the magnolia.

Tea, cake, and the quartet that played their first dance, together again for one afternoon.

Dinner under the camellias Henri planted the year they met.

Felix wrote to Amara every week for a year. She kept them all.

Bring a square for the family quilt. Lou will stitch it in.

One last toast before she flies to Paris on Monday.

The climbing roses on the south wall open that week. Flat shoes for the lawn.

Wear a little blue, and bring one blue thing she can borrow.

Hats encouraged. The scones come with clotted cream and a little gossip.

Save the bow from your gift. Every one goes into her rehearsal bouquet.

Linus is baking all three tiers. Coralie pressed every pansy.

Dinner at seven under the old gilt mirrors, then dancing until the candles burn down.

Square dancing after supper; Grandpa calls it.

Her uncle keeps the hives behind the garden wall, and every guest takes a jar of this summer's honey home.

Vows on the stage, then supper in the stalls under the old house lights.

Bring a cardigan for the creek.

He grew every rose here, and he's wheeling them in himself.

The wisteria walk is in full bloom that week. Supper on the terrace after.

Lemonade on the lawn after the vows, and the swing is open to everyone.