I still remember the morning our oldest lost her tooth at the bus stop and my neighbor, Mrs. Hayes, handed her a tissue with a tiny paper heart taped to it. As a mom in my forties with two kids between eight and twelve, my days are stitched together by carpools, homework debates at the kitchen island, and the quiet ritual of folding laundry while my youngest practices the piano. Small details matter to me now—the way a fresh vase brightens a rainy afternoon or how a handmade garland can turn a family snack into a mini celebration. Those tiny…