I’ve started to learn throughout life that there is a distinct difference between simply knowing someone and being known by someone.
We can all know people. We can know what they do and what they like and where they are from. But all of that is different than knowing who they really are.
My relationship with Doha and Ihsan started two and a half a years ago in the most organic way. With ease. With laughter. With coffee!
And during our time together, what I’ve loved most about knowing them is that we’ve never had to be anything but ourselves. It was okay that I didn’t know all of their cultural customs; they would teach me. It was okay that they were experiencing everything for the first time; I would help them. It was okay that we came from different ends of the life; we would meet in the middle. And it feel like that’s exactly what we’ve done all along the way; we’ve found common ground and made it our own.
We recently celebrated two and a half years of knowing each other. From first coffee dates to cold January shoots. From the most perfect weddings days to book launches. From the challenges of enduring school to the stamina of seeking creativity.
We’ve not only known each other during this time. But we’ve been known as well.
And it was something worth celebrating…