Craig and I made our way over to the edge. Pausing to peer into the valley below,we stood in silence,amazed at how far we had come. As if the moment itself was not enough,Craig surprised me with a gold charm in shape of Half Dome. He said, "This is the first mountain to add to the bracelet I gave you. . .. " As I held the handcrafted ornament in my hand,I was amazed at its likeness. It was smooth on the back,resembling the perfectly bell-shaped dome, the front being chiseled, replicating its famous broken granite face. Craig took a moment to express how proud he was of me,saying, "When you were really sick and i had to help you up the stairs at night,I always looked at the famous Ansel Adams photo of Half Dome hung on the stairway wall and wondered if we'd ever make another climb." We had done it; we were here at the top of the mountain---a long way from those nights of not knowing what the future would bring.