Living in the Bay Area, your commute is held hostage by bridges. . .eight bridges to be exact. They can make you (or me) insane when they are the reason your 50 min commute turns into 2 hours.
However, bridges also function as ceremonial structures. As in my daughters "Bridging Ceremony" from Brownie to Girl Scout where she literally walks over a bridge signalling this move to the next chapter of her scout life.
Now, to be honest, I've never been into the Boy or Girl Scouts. But I found myself getting more emotional that I would have ever imagined. Bridges are also metaphors to times in our lives. I realized, this emotion I was feeling was not about my daughter getting a new colored "vest", but the bridge between having a little girl , my first born, and having the beginnings of a young lady.
She is the age I was when my father died. I feel as though we're just getting started. I can't believe how much he missed. #seestheday