Wait till you're turkey huntin/fishin with your married son and he 'casually' informs you that "his boys can swim". OR, better - wait till some young man you been 'keepin an eye on' asks if he can talk to you about something very important, then asks for permission to ask your daughter to be his bride. Both mind blowers - but no better feelin in the world.

Son 42, daughter 39, and four grand kids sinced those two events in my life occurred. It just don't get no better than that, guys.