Sweet Saraya – The Blog » A mum with a camera, keeping her loved ones in the frame.

Photo a Day – February 9, 2012

We have four children. Four very beautiful children. Four very different children.

Different in looks, different in personality. And they mean the world to Julian and I.

One of the magical things about expecting a baby is wondering what they will look like. Who will they take after? Will they have brown eyes or blue? Will they have blonde hair or brown? Or will they be a genetic throwback and arrive with red hair and green eyes?

We were looking at our children today, and it struck us – these are OUR children. Mother Nature has taken a little bit of me, and a little bit of Jules (hopefully only the good things from both of us) and created a little human being, a marriage of our DNA. It is amazing to look at what we are combined, times four! It’s hard to believe that 4 little acts of love could create these 4 incredible humans who are the recipients of so much unconditional love.

Growing up, all I ever wanted was to meet the man of my dreams, get married, and have children. I never yearned for the high life, or climbing the corporate ladder. University was an incredibly lonely time for me, so there was no way I’d get through 3-4 years to earn a degree. And so instead I waited. I waited for that perfect person, the father of my future children, to come along.

And the man who came into my life was not the man I expected at all. But it turns out he was the perfect one.

It saddens me to know that there are so many people out there who never experience true love, or the joy of having children. And yet yearn for it. But that one true love keeps alluding them, or getting pregnant proves to be impossible. Such a tragedy. Life can be so cruel. Believe me, I know.

However, I have been lucky in love and lucky in creating a family. The most beautiful family I could have ever imagined. Two perfect boys, and two stunning girls.

And regardless of that dark cloud that always hovers above, I know that I am one of the lucky ones.

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