I still remember the morning my oldest woke me up at dawn holding a cracked plastic egg like it was treasure, while my younger one argued with the neighbor’s golden retriever over a forgotten bunny plush. Weekday routines here are a patchwork of school lunches, homework check-ins, and backyard bike rides that stop for lemonade with Mrs. Anders next door. Those small, ordinary moments are where I want our home to feel warm and simple, a place that welcomes sticky hands and quiet afternoons alike. Over the years I learned that a few well-chosen touches can change the whole mood…
