A phrase echoed throughout the childhood hall of fame, "Higher Daddy, Higher". Remember when you were a kid, you were fully convinced that you could indeed touch clouds, grab the moon, and/or go high enough to actually make your swing flip the bar? Admit it. You did. I know I did. And now it is fun to hear these 2 dare-devil 3 year olds scream "higher Daddy, higher"....as I wonder where their little minds are taking them.
I love moments like these. As I watched the Dads push the "big kids", Christy and I held our "babies" and I was overwhelmed at how blessed life is for all of us right now. These are the moments I want to reflect on. The innocence, adventure, and wonder of childhood swings, summer nights, believing Daddy can push you so high you could touch the clouds. I wish I could bottle simple moments like these forever....
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