witness to one’s life

Sappy post alert.

The other night, I was hanging out with my good friend Kara, like usual, eating, drinking, and chatting after her son was sleeping. During the evening we were reminded that it was just about a year ago when she visited me in El Salvador. Sometimes I think El Salvador never really happened (and was it a good decision?) but I’m glad I have Kara around to remind me - she was the only person who visited me while I was living there, and she was five months’ pregnant at the time. We had a great time, and I always meant to write some nice, thoughtful post about losing the mirror off the rental car and being detoured more than an hour out of the way because of a massive bus strike - and I still mean to. But not now; now I want to write about Kara witnessing my life.

There is a really silly movie with a great line in it, the wife talks about being married to her husband and not judging, just witnessing his life and being witnessed by him. We need someone around to notice us in this world of a billion people, she says, to make us know that our lives are not un-noticed. This is her way of loving him for who he is, not making him be something he is not. I am lucky enough to have a few witnesses to my life, seeing but not judging all of my mistakes and glories, and Kara is one of them.

Posted by Marie on December 20th, 2006 under friends

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