Tina Turner knows shit about shit. Simply the best is the feeling after you see your little baby for the first time, then share your feelings with your loved one; full stop. This post has to be here. It is dedicated to the entire male audience plus the women - the nature's true miracles.

I am far from being the person who has tried everything, but being an expecting father while your wife is in labor is far more effective than anything that a chemical genius in the depths of Columbian coca fields could imagine. There's no way to detect it, as well. The only ones who can detect is other people suffering the same kind of wooziness. Like in that movie "They live" or something, where one had to wear special glasses to see the pizza-faced aliens. You have absolutely no idea what you're doing, let alone why, but you do remember that there was adamant logic behind it just a moment ago. All ideas seem marvelous until the arrival of the next one, which does nothing more but supersede the previous one in lack of sense. The culmination comes with simply the best feeling mentioned above. That's when you run out of all ideas and where I bet that even the most macho of the macho will feel as if their knees as magnets of matching polarity. You realize that basically 95% of what you were doing while socializing in clubs and bars during your "wild" years was an inappropriate overture, but an overture nevertheless, to this moment. This is also what makes our species eerily close to just about any other species out there, and that is the innate motivation for achieving the ultimate goal of remaining a species. A good thing is that what your instincts were telling you about finding "the one" and settling for good was not just smalltalk between you and your conscience. Your priority list is not turned upside-down - it gets erased and re-written starting with one item only. All that repeating of how being stupid is a bliss sort of starts making sense, because you start wishing you were stupid about anything but this.
Then, there is the insightful moment when you realize that the little bugger knows who you are, which puts them one step ahead of you already, because you and your fully developed brain are having a hell of a time trying to figure out who the little mush of skin and hair with the most intriguing eyes you'll ever see really is. This is also the moment when the four invisible dwarfs make a human (or rather dwarf-) ladder by your spine, the topmost midget nails a 10-inch nail in the back of your head and they all sing the anthem of some banana republic of which you'll never hear. The logic behind this event equals the amount of logic you find in your own part of the scene where you are left babbling goo-goo lingo while thinking of how you shouldn't spoil the little one's perception of adult communication starting from day one. These two happenings go well together rendering each other meaningless if separated. What remains in the end is a quick, incomprehensible thought of what your life is going to be like having the little piece of godliness next to you for good.
How to explain the part when you explain this to your significant other is very difficult to explain. This is where you find the definition of some impressively sounding words like intimacy, trust and dedication. Knowing that what is between you will stay there is worth... well, anything really.

And this is just things that I could think of in 10 minutes of pre-sleep.