The memory my husband holding our daughter a toddler in his arms lifting her towards the ceiling of kitchen and her delight

 in one arm held and the other hand on the light switch, Her SAYING WITH DELIGHT:  DO IT AGAIN.  Do it again.  The Happiness, JOY of being in the arms of VERY TALL father, lifting her doing it again and again.  They have always SYNCED togeher.

Father, I Hear You, DO IT AGAIN.