Being witnessed

Recently I attended the wedding of a dear friend. As I watched, and also partook in the event, I loved that the event mattered because it marked a moment in the couple’s lives where other people saw them. 

So much of our lives involves quiet moments, moving forward, doing things, and hoping we make an impact and matter. For short moments in between we hope to be seen, to be witnessed, to know that we were a part of someone else’s story in a way that left its mark. 

I have more of an appreciation for such moments. Yes they can come with stress and chaos, but that’s built in. We all need those tiny periods of time where someone else sees us and appreciates us.