Dinner's aftermath is left on the table because we want to catch our golden window. Dishes can wait.
The kids jump on scooters and lead the way to the shore. They are wild and free and hard to keep up with.
A few minutes later we are clambering over rocks to say hello to the ocean.
Sea turtles play where the waves break while the kids play in tide pools teaming with bitty crabs. They fill buckets and fight over the one red scooper and exclaim over this one and that.
The sun moves lower... lower... coloring the sky with brilliance.
We watch and listen and watch some more and there are no words.
Our hearts are filled with every crashing wave and every changing cloud.
Let heaven and earth praise him, the seas and everything that moves in them. Psalm 69:34
Yes. We will praise him.