I still remember the night my youngest scraped his knee on the cul-de-sac while I was chatting with Mrs. Hernandez over the fence. I carried him inside, wiped the dirt from his baseball jersey, and noticed how the afternoon light sketched shadows across our living room wall. Between making lunches, driving to soccer practice, and trading recipe tips with neighbors, I began picking up little round wood pieces on our walks with the kids. They felt like tiny maps of the day. Using those slices to soften our walls has become a small ritual that keeps the house calm when…