My first as a Dad, my daughter is obviously way off being able to speak but she enriches my life more than anything else could every day, and that's enough.
My Dad was, and still is, always there for the family. Seeing him with my daughter brings back very distant memories of how it was to be his child, and I find it difficult to recall a bad one. More recently he's helped me DIY my way out of despair many a time, and even if he doesn't know exactly how to solve it properly, invents ingenious ways of bodging things so no one would know the difference
I find myself becoming more and more like him (aside from the DIY skill...) every day, and I don't mind that one bit.