I still remember the day I taught my eight-year-old son how to fold a simple paper heart while my ten-year-old daughter watched from the kitchen counter, sticky from baking cookies with my mother. As an American mom in my forties, I love weaving family memories into the little details that make our house feel like home. My husband often jokes that our neighbors can tell when we are celebrating because heart-shaped cushions appear on the porch and soft candles glow on the mantle. Those small moments, passed down from my parents and siblings, are the kind of cozy touches that…