Four kids;
B14 (Actually, my namesake here):

G10:

B7:

and G5:

I don't know that I can really add to anything, especially what Don said. They love their Dad (and their Mom) and are a constant source of joy and aggravation. The three were planned, the fourth unplanned, but she is the light of my life. Her seven year old brother calls her "My baby sweetheart," and says that she is the "little shine in my heart."
My ten year old is showing signs of creativity, and I am looking forward to encouraging her, though she seems to be leaning toward fashion, not photography.

My seven year old is coming around to baseball. He's a better hitter than his older brother was at the same age, though he shows symptoms of Aspergers, we have to work on his temper and teamwork skills.
My 14 year old is now my friend, as well as my son. He talks to me about his questions and problems, and we play catch. Lots of catch. I have been very proud watching him grow, and look forward to guiding him through High School and beyond. He used to be the one that I told stories about, but now I tell him my stories. I'm looking forward to all of them growing up, but I am fearful of the girls as they reach their teens.
The baby knows her place in the world. She took a gluestick and pasted her school picture to my dresser, so that the first thing that I see when I get up is her smiling face.
I guess that I had kids because I am selfish. I need more love, and there's nothing like little arms around you, hugging you.