I still remember the late afternoons when my two kids barreled in from the bus, backpacks already half off, begging to help with snack duty while I wiped down the counter. At forty-something, juggling carpools, piano lessons and neighborhood potlucks has taught me that the little details make home feel like home. One summer evening I swapped the old dining light for a playful pendant in soft brass with blush and buttery yellow accents, and suddenly homework time felt cozier. Neighbors stop by more often, the kids linger at the island, and even simple pancakes feel like a small celebration.…