Our favorite project was the living room. That space was the heart of the house, and we wanted it to feel warm and special. At the store one afternoon, we stumbled across wallpaper that stopped us both in our tracks: a soft botanical print with the faintest shimmer, the kind that magically caught light. It was far more expensive than we’d budgeted, but we called it our treat.

Evenings were spent carefully aligning strips, smoothing out bubbles, laughing at our mistakes, and stepping back to admire each finished section. When it was done, the room felt like a warm embrace. Every time I walked in there, pride swelled in my chest.

So when Oliver suggested we host a family dinner to show off our progress, I was thrilled.