I still remember the first time I watched my son and his buddy collapse into giggles atop a mountain of pillows while I sipped coffee at the kitchen island. Between school drop-offs, soccer practice, and the neighbor’s impromptu porch chats, our home feels like a small lived-in village where every piece of furniture earns its keep. With two kids between eight and twelve, I prize things that can handle sticky fingers, late-night homework spreads, and cozy movie marathons. Lately I’ve been drawn to pieces that blend softness with purpose, the kind that invite a hug and hide the clutter. That…