All of us would have seen this in our lives. Where a kid is thrown up on the air, and caught by the beaming dad.
Does the kid, think about the force with which she'll hit the ground, the height from which she'll fall incase she's not caught, or does the kid think about what she'll eat for dinner, or what she'll be doing tomorrow, or the next week?? NO.
All that the kid does, is gaze at his dad's eyes and giggle. And probably ask for, 'one more time dad'. She enjoys the moment. The pure excitement, of not just being in the air, but being held by strong hands.
Well, as I see myself up there, I should not be thinking about what's gonna happen next, how will things work out, what ifs, buts, may be, may just not be. But should just enjoy being held by strong arms. The hands that has nutured me, protected and loved me like nothing on this world could ever match for. Am just fixing my eyes on him, and giggle and ENJOY being with him. Oh, the adrenalin pumping of going up in the air, with nothing inbetween my feet and the ground, with nothing to hold or grasp and the probability of may be thrown up the cliff, and hitting the rocks, or thrown up in the ocean and getting drowned... Huh WHO CARES. Am in safe arms.. I know my dad holds me tight and secure. The apple of the eye. printed in his palms. my lover of my soul. :)