For years, the family sat in a living room with walls covered in faded paint and little handprints from when the kids were small. The scuffs and marks told a story, but they also made the room feel tired.
One weekend, the family gathered—rollers in hand. They painted over the years of wear with a fresh, warm color. The kids laughed, the parents argued over who was messier, and by the end, the walls felt new. It wasn’t just paint—it was a fresh chapter, written together.