Stop right there.

Before you envision the usual baby shower—a sea of pastel tablecloths, unenthusiastic cupcakes, and the polite enthusiasm teetering on the brink of nap-time—permit me to whisk you into The Hallway’s version of a celebration worth turning central heating off for. Yes, the Hallway’s: a family who not only think outside the box, but use that very box as a makeshift centerpiece and, when sufficiently motivated, encourage the dog to nap in it.

Why simply usher in tiny socks and future sleepless nights, when you could summon the heavens themselves?

Enter: Heaven Sent Girl Baby Shower Invitations. And nowhere—nowhere, I tell you—was the cherubic theme more dazzling than in the mailboxes, kitchen counters, refrigerator magnets, and (for at least one person) unsuspecting briefcase of the invitees. These weren’t invitations. If you were lucky enough to find one, you’d understand they were more like passports—pages gilded in pink, clouds à la cotton candy, and more glitter than the ornament section in December.

You see, the Hallways don’t dabble in generic. Clouds? There. Mini golden halos? Obscenely plentiful. One participant admitted to accidentally humming the chorus of “Hark! The Herald Angels Sing” upon opening her invite. That’s the level of detail we’re working with.

Did the invitations sparkle? Absolutely. Were there tiny wings? Suspiciously so—sticky ones, even, after sitting under the hot lamp on the porch. Was a neighbor convinced this was the launch of a new cryptic cult? Briefly. And then, overwhelmed by the sweet, good-natured whimsy, they asked to RSVP. (And oh, they did. With a tray of cupcakes shaped suspiciously like clouds. A+ for effort, neighbor.)

These Heaven Sent invitations did more than invite: they inducted. You opened that frilly paper envelope and—instant mood elevation—suddenly you’re pondering appropriate onesie colors for infants who might (just might) have inherited wings. Or at least persistent gas.

Some cards were so gorgeous guests left them on the mantle. Some stuck them to laptops or reused them as bookmarks. Because nothing says “a plot twist approaches” in your mystery novel like an iridescent baby angel peeking out.

Of course, the purpose mattered. These were invitations, after all. For a shower celebrating not just any new arrival, but one rumored to be custom-ordered by the actual heavens. The Hallways took the theme and flew—ascended, rather—with it, setting a tone that can best be described as “divinely playful with a high note of meaningful.”

Moral of the story: A well-themed invitation isn’t just a piece of stationery. It’s altitude for anticipation.

So if you ever want to throw a baby shower that feels nothing like the ones you see lurking behind undecorated doors, start here. Let your invitations sing. Or shimmer. Better yet, let them convince the postman he’s stumbled into a sweet, albeit glitter-infested, afterlife.

Heaven Sent? Clearly. And just in case you’re wondering: yes, at least three guests checked for feathers in their purses on the way home.

That’s how you know you’ve nailed it.