I still remember the first time I watched the kids race down our front steps at sunrise, backpacks nearly as big as they were and hair sticking up from pillow fights. Now in my forties, life is a steady blend of school drop-offs, soccer practices, and waving hello to the neighbors who bring over excess zucchini. Those small routines make our porch feel like a stage for everyday magic—muddy shoes, giggles, and the quick coffee I steal between carpools. Mornings and evenings here are where our family memories build, so I love making that space cheerful and inviting. Little touches…