Sometimes forgetting is good. Like this morning when Gregory asked me, "It needs to be fixed?"
I didn't remember that last night the TV and Cable Box were not communicating. He stood by my computer as I stopped working to listen while he tried to compose his thoughts.
I finally asked, "Can you show me?"
He said, "Yes" and I followed him into the TV room where he stood trying to remember what he wanted to tell me about.
Then I remembered the TV and all was well. "The TV?"
"Yes," he glowed!
I thanked him for reminding me and he felt good. All was well ... including my smiling loving face and my breaking heart.
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