Waking up to a smile

In some ways, having twin baby daughters is very good for my male ego. Where else could a middle aged guy who has not yet lost the chubby belly associated with pregnancy, usually wearing socks and t-shirts that were laundered days ago, unshaven, and teeth unbrushed with the associated bad breath make a female so excited when she wakes up that a smile spreads from ear to ear and arms and legs flap wildly?

That is the typical response when I peek into the crib where a twin is napping. I can watch their eyes and brain grow focused on my face and then that smile erupts into a joyous grin. Love it.