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.