Respect to all you parents, and now, grandparents. My mother had four children, she died after the fourth one was born. My father fought tooth and nail to stop the authorities from taking his children from him and putting us into care. We got through it, but it wrecked his health.
That experience probably influenced his children. The eldest two have no children, I am the eldest, the youngest two have just one apiece. Both have grown up and have one apiece of their own.
We have always been surrounded by babies though and we are Godparents to eight children. We saw them grow, we had them stay to give parents a break, we went to their weddings and we welcomed the next generation.
So here we are, fifty two years married, still together, still in love, still buying her surprise bouquets, favourite chocolates and the fragrances that she so loves, but no children of our own, and that's not due to fertility issues.
I do hope I have put that in a sensitive way.