I imagine simple things.
Morning routines.
Small hands holding mine.
A home that feels alive, not just occupied.

I don’t see children as a way to fill emptiness.
I see them as a continuation of something solid.
Something built on love, stability, and mutual respect.

I want to be a mother when there is a man beside me who wants to be a father — not just biologically, but emotionally.
Someone who understands responsibility.
Someone who is ready to show up, not disappear when things get hard.

This desire didn’t appear overnight.
It grew quietly, alongside maturity, patience, and a deeper understanding of what family really means.

I know children change your life completely.
I’m not idealizing it.
I respect the weight of that choice.

But I also know this:
I want to build a family where a child feels safe, loved, and wanted.
Where partnership comes first, and parenting grows from it naturally.

That’s why I’m honest about this wish.
Not to rush anyone.
Not to demand anything.

Just to be clear about who I am — and what future I’m hoping to create.

If you share that vision, then maybe we’re already speaking the same language.