Our sons have reached the age of being playmates. They are brothers. Two little voices squealing through the house, one behind the other. Two pair of pudgy hands squabbling over the same matchbox cars. They pour water on each other in the bath, make silly faces at each other at the dinner table, and every night before their PJ's go on, there are two little naked rumps chasing Dad through the halls.
Having a family has exceeded all of my expectations.