This girl. She was born to climb.

When she was just six months old she would hold so tight to us that we could let go and she’d stay firmly attached like a baby koala. She was just four or five the first time she called down to me from the top of our three story tall blue spruce.m; I nearly had a heart attack, she giggled with delight.

It’s so much fun to watch someone do something they’re meant to do. There’s really no joy like the joy of true love. I am glad she has found her place on the side of a wall and someday, likely, the side of a mountain. Her joy is my joy.