I still remember the small paper hearts my mom taped to the inside of the car on chilly February mornings, and now I’m the one juggling lunches, school drop-offs, and neighborhood soccer carpools while sneaking in tiny surprises for my two kids, ages 8 and 12. Our house smells like cinnamon most afternoons, and the chalky footprints by the back door are a kind of family wallpaper. Between homework sessions and piano practice, I love pausing to rearrange little corners of our home so they feel warmer and more personal. Those small styling moments have become a ritual for us,…