Something shifted inside me. The fears and doubts that had once felt overwhelming suddenly seemed more manageable. I realized how much I missed the excitement of planning for the future instead of simply surviving the present. My husband felt it too. Without pressure or urgency, we began talking again about growing our family, not as a distant idea but as a real possibility.
Whether my daughter somehow sensed our unspoken wishes or simply reminded us of them does not really matter. What matters is what her drawing awakened in us. It reminded us that dreams do not disappear just because we grow older or busier. They wait patiently for the moment we are brave enough to listen again.
