We had 4 children, and now 16 grandchildren who terrorize my life joyously. My older son lost his wife to illness, remarried a woman who lost her husband to illness. Between them 4 children, and then they had twins. My wife had passed, and when I met my son's new wife's mother it was hate at first sight. We are now married, and I couldn't be happier. We all live within walking distance of each other.
I often lose track of which of the kids coming through here are grandkids, their cousins, or their friends. But it is great fun, especially the older ones who come to make music. Every child in this family learns an instrument or two (or more) and some are in schools that emphasize music and performance arts. Two are preparing to go professional. If all goes well, I will become a great grand dad to a new arrival this spring (I learned today). I am looking forward to welcoming another generation into the clan.
As hard as I ever worked, I was always devoted to my family. The best part of retirement is spending more time with the youngsters. I can't ask for more pleasure, other than waking from a nap and find a little one cuddled next to me. The only two things that hurt is missing my first wife who would have been thrilled with all of them, and when my new wife takes the girls clothes shopping with my credit card.