I still remember the first time we packed the kids into the minivan for a weekend getaway to the little cabin down the lane. My daughter begged to bring her favorite blanket, my son tucked a flashlight into his backpack, and our neighbor waved as we pulled out, promising to water the geraniums. Those small rituals—packing lunches, finding lost socks, reading stories under a lamp—make a place feel like ours. Back home, between school runs and soccer practice, I find myself daydreaming about warm nooks and calming textures that welcome the whole family. Over the years I’ve learned that a…