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There is a kind of luxury that doesn’t announce itself. It doesn’t come wrapped in schedules or productivity hacks or perfectly optimized routines. It doesn’t live in the highlight reels or the endless “day in the life” montages that race past us online. Instead, it settles softly into the corners of ordinary mornings—into the hush before the house fully wakes, into the warmth of sunlight spilling across a kitchen floor, into the small hands that reach for yours without urgen