Remembering the Forgetting

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.