For the past year or so, the stairs leading up to the second floor of our home have been my enemy. I have stood near the bottom with legs wobbling, staring upward, and trying to find the ability to keep placing one foot in front of the other to get to my destination while my hubby stood behind me with the theme song from "Rocky" blaring on his phone. I’ve crawled on my hands and knees to make my way slowly to the top, used the “army crawl” on days...
