It takes a lot of faith to let go of that ring and, for that one, brief moment, to hang by one hand, believing you can swing yourself to the next ring, reaching for the safety of holding on with two hands.  I hold my breath, waiting for the fall, hoping for those little arms and legs to have the strength and courage to carry her body from one safe place to the next.  And I marvel at the growth I have seen in these last few years.  This is so much a part of her story.