proof

"There is no love; there are only proofs of love." Pierre Reverdy

Proof is walking out of the airport and seeing you waiting on the tailgate of your truck.

Proof is the postcards.

Proof is the necklace made of plastic beads spelling "mom & me", unwrapped with glee and presented with sticky hands. 

Proof is wearing that necklace, often.

Proof is veggie burgers in the freezer.

Proof is the BART ride on your long layover.

Proof is the 'saw this and thought of you' text.

Proof is the repaired faucet.

Proof is your hug.