which a more poignant
memory that he threw
me or that i fell into his
arms full of glee laughing
willing to go again until his
limbs grown weary from tossing
turned rubber and the fear of
missing shown real in his eyes at
3 i could not imagine a world where
he would not catch me so i screamed out
‘again’ demanding this game
never end requiring both flight and the
assurance of his arms folding around me
holding me tight i don’t know which brought
me more joy the thrill of being airborne
2 feet above his 5’9″ frame or the faithful
landing in his arms
again
fearfree living 
I love the pictures this poem brings to my mind. I can see the little girl (you) laughing and never tiring of this game. Thank you. xoA
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Thank you for sharing the joy in this moment of your 3 year old self, it was wonderful to read. Visiting from OctPoWriMo.
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A lovely moment of joy captured. I can see my children being thrown and caught by their father, squealing with delight and terror at the same time.
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I can hear that eternal laughter of delight
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I love the safety found in the landing in his arms. Such a fun image.
being a daddy’s girl was fun! thanks for the read.