My oldest had just turned five years old. Our soon-to-be middle child was four.
They wanted to play tag and have me lift them up and swing them around upside down. And so I did. We played hard.
For about five minutes.
Then I was out of breath. Time for daddy to rest. They were disappointed, but not near as disappointed as I was.
It had happened before, but this time, a voice inside said, “never again.”