40 now. At 20 I was a know-it-all crusader against having kids and now my two children are the absolute center of my universe.

I can't even begin to explain the kind of joy these two kids create out of thin air. It's simply beyond my ability to describe how much I love them and how grateful that I am to have met a woman I loved so much that it seemed wrong to not want to bring more of her into the world.

I am so fucking overwhelmed that my life turned out the way it has that I suffer from hidden imposter syndrome because I just don't feel like I deserve to be this happy.

All I can do is try to be a worthy father and husband.