I remember the way Saturday mornings feel in our house: cereal bowls clinking, an eight-year-old racing toy cars across the kitchen floor, a twelve-year-old hunched over a drawing at the table, and our old golden lab curled by the back door. As a mom in my forties, I have a soft spot for small rituals—walking the kids to the bus stop, waving to our neighbor who tends her roses, and swapping recipes with my sister on the phone. Those routines have taught me that the best décor is the kind that holds memories and makes everyday moments feel special. Lately…
