How he lifted me on his legs, and I was flying.
We were messing around on the bed and at some point I was sitting on his knee. Can I ride it? “No, but I can lift you up high on my feet”, he said. And he did, holding my hands in his hands, with his legs raised at a 90-degrees angle, and my stomach resting on the soles of his risen feet. It was scary and hilarious at the same time. Scilarious.
That’s what I am looking for. The fun. The trust. The unique moments to remember.
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