Moving, through the seasons…

I love my husband.  He works hard.  Very hard.  He has a vision for what he wants for our family, long term, that I’m grateful for.  I’m so thankful.  But it’s a tough gig being a climber.  It’s a tough gig being the wife of a climber.  It’s a tough gig being the kids of a climber.

One of the challenges is the frequent moving that comes with each rung grasped.  When the kids were small it didn’t phase them.  But now that the kids are entering in the teen waters, it gets harder.