I cannot begin to explain how much I love my adult son and daughter. I thank God and my spouse for who those two adult children are. Being a workaholic the most I could muster was to, hopefully, help them feel loved.
Occasionally, as I get older, dumber, and less able to remember, my daughter has helped me to land on my feet. My son and I have spent many an hour sharing our mutual love of life. These have been priceless experiences.
In the last 25 years, one may have died in a fall and the other from cancer. They are both very alive and well, thank God. Sharing those two with my spouse is the greatest blessing in my life.