Don’t we all have some desire to be where people know our name? I’m not talking about heading down to the local bar like an episode of “Cheers” with Gary Portnoy’s classic “Where Everybody Knows Your Name” playing in the background. I mean we want to be known by someone, to feel that intimacy, to know that we are loved, to know our lives matter to someone else. It’s priceless to find that familiarity and sense of comfort we have when we are around people who know more than just our names, but also what makes us tick, our ups and downs, and all our ugliness, but still sticks by us in love.
Who Knows My Name?
Who Knows My Name?
Who Knows My Name?
Don’t we all have some desire to be where people know our name? I’m not talking about heading down to the local bar like an episode of “Cheers” with Gary Portnoy’s classic “Where Everybody Knows Your Name” playing in the background. I mean we want to be known by someone, to feel that intimacy, to know that we are loved, to know our lives matter to someone else. It’s priceless to find that familiarity and sense of comfort we have when we are around people who know more than just our names, but also what makes us tick, our ups and downs, and all our ugliness, but still sticks by us in love.