I tip my cap to you Clodfobble, I really do.
There's precious little in my whole life that is more important to me than my kids and my role as their father. I take it as seriously as I can. Naturally, this doesn't mean being a hard case all the time. I goof with them, and play and set adamantine limits which they cannot break (but manage to outgrow and bypass). I'm just dazzled that you pulled that rabbit out of your hat.
When they were little they were *so* cute. And I loved them and was infatuated by their cuteness. I remember being a little wistful, nostalgic as they grew out of little and cute. *sigh* But then I noticed other new aspects that I loved, principally, as they grew older, I traded saccharine cuteness for sage wisdom. I could *REASON* with them. Who of thunk it? And that has become the new awesome. This fades, by the way, as you/I become dumber and dumber as they progress through their teenage years. Have courage, it is temporary.
I'm rambling. You don't need any lecturing from me. I'm just happy and amazed at your story. I love a happy ending.
Yours,