Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about the future—our future as a family. Not in a loud, dramatic way, but in the quiet moments when everything slows down and the questions get heavier.

Before anything else, I know I need to become financially stable. That’s the foundation. Dreams are easier to talk about than to build, and I’m aware that stability doesn’t come overnight. It takes patience, discipline, and a lot of sacrifice. Some days are exhausting, and some nights I wonder how long this road will be. Still, I keep going, because the reason is clear.

My biggest hope is to bring my wife and kids here someday, so we can finally live under one roof again. Distance teaches you many things—how strong love can be, but also how painful separation is. I feel time passing more clearly now. I’m getting older day by day, and more than anything, I want my family beside me as I age. I don’t want to look back and realize that the years slipped away while we were apart.

I also pray for something deeper than just being together physically. I pray that my relationship with my wife will grow stronger and kinder. A relationship without secrets. Without crossing lines that hurt trust. A relationship built on honesty, respect, and understanding—even when conversations are hard. I know we are not perfect, but I believe love becomes stronger when both people choose to protect it.

These plans don’t come with deadlines or guarantees. They come with faith. Faith that the long hours will be worth it. Faith that the sacrifices will lead somewhere better. Faith that God is quietly working, even when progress feels slow.

For now, I take things one step at a time. I work. I pray. I hope. And I hold on to the vision of a future where we are together—not just surviving, but truly living as a family again.