No Proof

It is Jan 5th. Today I have no proof. I have no proof, no pictures, no texts, no facebook updates...there was no room for these things. 

I laid on the beach and did a devotional alone while listening to the crashing waves. I shielded my eyes from the sun glistening off the baby blue and teal water of the ocean while admiring the seals and pelicans as they looked for food. The kids and Ryan joined me and we jumped in the waves. Ry and I screamed just so that the kids would look up at us and then scream louder, laughing as the frigid water splashed up our bodies.  We made dozens of sandcastles, watched the waves tear them down, jumped on them and we kissed cheeks, hands and heads. 

Ryan and I knee-paddled around and surfed tiny waves with no wetsuits on (briefly, it was cold). We put the kids on the board and told them they were surfing as they held Ryan's hand. The wave moved the board an inch or two off the ground for a few seconds and the kids screamed... "We're surfing!" They believed us.

I have no proof. No texts, no pictures, no instagram, no facebook..there was no room for these things. 

But I was there. We all were there, wholly, completely, 100 percent there.