My wife and me married at 29, and at 32 we decided to have children. Well, something was wrong in her ovaries (or so the doctors said), and we struggled for 3 years with different fertility treatments, without success. Doctors told us to give up and take it easy, and in 2 months... bang-bang: 1 girl, and 1 year after, another. The most magic moment in all my life was watching the birth of my eldest. She didn't cried, just breathed and did a cute meaw-meaw noise.
Now I don't ride so often (other than my daily commute and ocasional sunday ride), and I am neglecting many other hobbies, but as they grow up, we discover more things to do together. I don't care playing less with my toys: every second with my daughters is priceless. Of course I have my "me alone" and "couple with no kids" time, but every day it becomes more and more fun just to be with them, talk with them, educate them. By now they are very responsible, good students, good girls, they love sports and reading, and are very funny and social. Until now it has been easy, but I know that as they enter teenagehood it will become harder, and they eventually will prefer to be on their own. That will be the hard part.
BTW, the blonde already recognizes the Kanji and when she sees it on the computer screen or in the flesh, she yells with me "HAYABUSAAAAA!!!"
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