Gemotions

The park bustled with activity, children's laughter mingling with the rustle of leaves. I sat on a park bench, watching the world go by. The scene was peaceful, and I felt equally so, my mind clear and uncluttered. A sense of yielding comfort surrounded me, like a warm blanket.

My husband, Ben, sat down beside me. He took a deep breath, and then, in stumbling, yet sincere, French, he asked, "Comment… comment tu te sens… aujourd'hui?" His pronunciation was far from perfect. I smiled, a small, genuine smile. I leaned my head against his shoulder. "Bien," I said softly, my voice barely audible.