A new perspective of living with security cameras

I've been living with security cameras outside my front door. Yesterday I was "gently reminded" they ARE viewed when told why someone moved out. I was counting on it for what I intend to do. The ominous tone didn't intimidate me. In the absence of intimidation, I got to realizing something. Yes, they are primarily used to look out for reasons to kick people out (or nicely ask them to leave IMMEDIATELY). However, it led me to realise that whoever is taking turns doing the tedious job of reviewing all that footage is seeing me at my worst, best, and everything in between, loving and supporting me anyways. 2am when I snuck past sleeping children out of the camper to shower because I had broken out in hives from head to toe, even the gentlest fabric excrutiatingly painful against my skin; they saw me. Go out "for a smoke" so my children don't see or hear my crying. "Out for a smoke" hair untended, jammies, tripping over myself because I don't really want to open my eyes fully until it's to sky, grass, trees, birds, and bunnies. Tugged out the door clumsily by dog on leash, lugging groceries, with children reluctant or excited coming or going, watching me watch my children; it's all there. Metaphorically speaking, that's more than "dinner, drinks, movie, and roll in the hay"; that's marriage material 😆
Then it strikes my little brain; would they ever let me see, love and support them that way? (Or anyone for that matter). Before the morning prayers or meditations, hair and clothes straightening, putting on of game faces, plum tired, hurting, steadfast in the face of brutality, insanely happy; would they be seen and loved anyway?