so blessed. day twenty nine

I am an editor.  Not professionally, obviously, as is apparent in my over enthusiasm for the use of commas, and...... whatever they call that ....dot....to.....dot, dot, dot............   I am the send the image to photo shop and crop all the clutter out of the background kind of an editor, a read and re-reader and re arranger of words that tell the story of my life, a story that I like to paint as prettily as possible even when sometimes reality is just giving me a gray ol' sketch and a sink full of dirty dishes.  Remember, I am the she-girl who hauls the bluish/brown, velorish/velvet eyesore of a chair up the stairs when company comes.

And while it sure sounds fun to analyze why I am this way... whether it be my insecurities or my pride or my being the middle child (ha, ha...totally kidding!), or what I like to tell myself, just a drive I have to make the best of what I have to work with ... with all this said, in all honesty, I must admit that I have been blessed by those who don't edit. 

I've been perusing a website tonight that, oh, what a blessing!  My uncle has been downloading years and years worth of pictures that my Grandad took of just. life.  8,000 pictures have been downloaded and lots more to go, many of which include us, his grandchildren.  My grandad was always behind his camera.  He wasn't a photographer.  He didn't have a digital camera.  He didn't have tools to brighten eyes or camouflage hand printed walls.  Through these pictures my Grandad has given us life as it was, with all its glorious imperfections.  And life like that, raw and unedited, no posing or pretenses, is just so recognizable...and approachable....and doable.... and LOVABLE!