One stays where your day begins. One waits beside their bed, school bag, or favourite corner. You pick a card. They pick one, too, if they want.
Some days, the lines are read aloud. Some days they simply stay nearby.
Over time, the words begin living quietly around the home. Not as rules. Not as lessons. Just familiar sentences, returned to often enough to stay.
The words you live around eventually become the words you live by.