Dear Beautiful Soul,

Last week, I had the deep joy of walking the Brooklyn Bridge with my mother and my daughter. Three women, three generations, one extraordinary bridge beneath our feet. What had once been lines in a book or a dot on the map became something we could touch, walk across, and remember forever.

My daughter and her family live in Brooklyn—I’ve had the joy of visiting many times. But, this was my mom’s first trip to New York—a big adventure and the opportunity to meet her great granddaughter.

Mom had recently read The Great Bridge by David McCullough. Standing on that iconic span—feeling the wind, seeing the skyline—brought the book to life for her. I watched her eyes light up with awe and recognition. What had been the turning of the page was now right beneath her feet.

For my daughter, this was another kind of crossing. This was her time to show her grandmother where and how she lives. We didn’t do the typical tourist things in New York. Per Mom’s request we jumped in and lived like my daughter and her husband and their 6 month old daughter live—walking almost everywhere, catching the subway as needed, drinking in the pace and sights of the city.

Walking across the Brooklyn Bridge, I found myself thinking about all the bridges we cross in life.

Some are made of stone or steel, others are made of choices—career changes, goodbyes, births, losses, becoming someone new. Some bridges we sprint across with confidence. Others, we inch over, heart pounding, unsure what waits on the other side. But always, something is waiting.

And if we’re lucky, we’re not walking alone.

That’s what made this walk so special: who I was walking with. The conversations, the reflections, the shared sense of wonder. We weren't just walking a bridge—we were living one. A moment suspended between what was and what will be.

As you move through your own crossings—whatever they may be—I hope you’re reminded that bridges are meant to be walked. Even the uncertain ones. Especially the uncertain ones. And sometimes, the most powerful part isn’t where you're going, but who’s walking beside you.

In your life, may you build bridges of connection, healing, and hope. And may you always have good company along the way.

Bridges are good.

Let’s keep the good going and growing . . .

XO Laura