I have memories of being tossed in to the air as a child.
(rereading that it sounds horrible but I mean it in a good way)
Something about being hurled into the air is scary and exhilarating but all fun when you know the person who tossed you up will catch you when you come down. Our boys are no different. They love for Brian (more so than me because I can't throw them near as high) to toss them in the air and catch them only ask him to do it again and again.
I know these pictures aren't the greatest, the lighting and angles are horrible, but they captured a fun moment on afternoon when
Brian returned home from work.
(rereading that it sounds horrible but I mean it in a good way)
Something about being hurled into the air is scary and exhilarating but all fun when you know the person who tossed you up will catch you when you come down. Our boys are no different. They love for Brian (more so than me because I can't throw them near as high) to toss them in the air and catch them only ask him to do it again and again.
I know these pictures aren't the greatest, the lighting and angles are horrible, but they captured a fun moment on afternoon when
Brian returned home from work.
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