on crossing bridges

This is an unstitched work a friend is commissioning from me as a gift to her parents.  I just finished the layout and I’m about to begin sewing.  I am considering words to stitch into the sky, thoughts on crossing bridges together, making changes and weathering transitions together.  Myself, I am typically ungraceful in the midst of profound change, but when I look back across the expanding vista of my marriage and personal life, the bridges are the shiny landmarks, the remarkable memories.