I still remember the first time my neighbor handed me a tiny hand-painted clover she’d made with her daughter. It was one of those ordinary Tuesday afternoons: school drop-offs, after-school snack negotiations, and a sink full of dishes that never seems to disappear. With two kids aged 8 and 11, our house is a steady hum of homework, soccer practices, and cozy movie nights. Little seasonal touches have become our family’s quiet rituals—something small to make the hallway look happy for the kids as they come home. Those tiny crafts turned into weekend projects we all shared, and suddenly the…