Just 5 miles south, the Newport Bridge connects Aquidneck Island to South County where McKenna spent her childhood years. Just 5 miles north of this beautiful vineyard, Jake spent his childhood years. As children, they, with their families, crossed the Bridge countless times, maybe even at the same time – thinking and dreaming, one going one way and the other in the opposite direction. Seeing the Bridge means home. I am home. Sailboats. Lighthouse. Narragansett Bay. Newport. Jamestown. Home. Always.
When they found one another, they each had their own collective memories from this little state tucked in their minds and hearts. From their first meeting four years ago, many more memories beyond Rhode Island were made and continue to flourish. The bridges of their lives, the crossroads, the decisions – both big ones and little ones – have all led here.
We are never alone when family and friends, those who make up the tapestry of our lives, gather around us, most especially our eternal guardian angels who remain with us just beyond the veil. All – Encouraging. Believing. Listening. Cheering. Supporting. Collectively we, and they, will continue to guide you both forward with a lantern in one hand and hope in the other. May every blessing be yours on this day and … always. I share in closing this Native American quote: Love is the bridge that joins all souls together.
An honor to write and read this piece for my son and new daughter-in-law at their wedding ~6.20.26~
Lisa Rose Bauer 