Gemotions

The tiny keys beneath my fingers seemed to dance with the music. The melody I had once struggled with now flowed effortlessly from the piano as my son, Ethan, played. I watched him from the kitchen doorway, utterly captivated. His fingers flew across the ivory keys, his entire being lost in the symphony. His face was serene, his posture perfect, and the notes that emanated from the instrument resonated deep within me. My heart felt light, buoyant, and brimming with a warm, comforting feeling. I closed my eyes, savoring the moment. I just wanted to shout with joy.