I don't just want to become a mom.
I want this baby to be the fruit of tenderness, support, laughter in the morning, kisses in the forehead and words: "We will do it together."

I dream of a daughter. About the one that will wear a flower in the hair that I will squeeze on my chest when her dad will stroke me on her back and say, "Thank you for her."

This is not a fairy tale. It is a desire that already lives in me.
I'm not scared to talk about it. Because I am alive. Because I am a woman. Because I want to love. And be loved so much to create life.

Is it cool where a man and a woman are full of happiness, from which our "we" begins? 💭💫
Maybe I'm not the lady of the moon, but my aspirations are not in this ...