As much as I don't like to admit it, I'm getting older. Between the wrinkles on my forehead, to the grey hairs on my head and beard, it's happening. While some (or most) of the signs of age can be blamed on the kids, the rest are because I'm just getting old(er). I'll be 28 in a couple of weeks, the last one of our summer of birthdays. The twins just turned 4, the youngest turns two 5 days before my birthday.
It may not be a milestone birthday (30/40/50), but I can see it. And the best part is that my wife and kids still love me, despite it all. One of these days, I'll look in the mirror and see a really old guy. But for right now, I'm just gracefully aging, and enjoying it at much as I can.