Flying

There are multitudes of brilliant bloggers out there. I would love to know them all. Like sit down and chat with them. And get to know them.

For a while now I have been considering inviting some of these brilliant people to guest-post on my blog. Because I would love for all of you to know them. And if you are reading this, chances are I am talking about you- the brilliant blogger.

Yesterday I read a post that got to me. Because it spoke to me personally. And because the blogger is my niece. And she was writing about people who I owe my present-day happiness to. They are the ones who raised the husband. And I wanted to share her words with you.

And, since I have been wanting a guest-post- I will start with my brilliant niece. Because I am a firm believer in nepotism. And my family are some of the greatest people in the world.

Meet my niece. And through her words, meet my in-laws:

"Grandpa's hands"

This is my father-in-law building one of his model planes.

photo courtesy of my niece. you can visit her photo blog here.

Aerial photography is my grandpa’s specialty. It’s his life, really. He made model airplanes and took photographs for his career. He does it as a hobby after retirement. He did it in service for his church. It’s really who my grandpa is.

Because of this, he has gained a very large collection of photographs. I was sitting with my grandparents today as they sifted through them. Their goals was to cut down on a lot of them, and my grandma is much more willing to give up on some than my grandpa, but sometimes they both hold to them.

They look at a picture and say, “We ate lunch here. This is where we saw coyotes jumping up and eating pears off a tree. There was a garden here. We ate prickly pear cactus.”

One thing I am impressed with is that my grandma has accompanied my grandfather on a great many trips. She was there while he held the controller and flew the airplanes around, snapping pictures of the ground.

So, even though aerial photography is my grandpa’s thing, it has also become their thing. Their life is contained in that one moment when the airplane flies around, the sun beats down on both of them, and they stand out in the middle of nowhere taking pictures of something that everyone has already forgotten. They are together.

And when they look through those photographs, they can remember.



So, Um, Would you like to guest-post here? Like in the future sometime? Let me know. I can pull some strings...(and FYI, I feel silly {not to mention presumptuous} even asking this. I have typed it and deleted it three times. But, what the heck...) Do you want to?