Breezes and Fleeting Thoughts

I've come to the conclusion that I have a lot to say, yet when I have the opportunity to really think about, and put into words, what I want to say, those thoughts fade away like breezes in a garden on a summer's day. This is probably because the majority of my time is spent with my almost-2 year old granddaughter, Emma. If you have any idea what it's like to spend the majority of your time with a 2 year old, then you will know how it is that your time isn't really your own. And since she is once again clamoring to sit on my lap, demanding my attention, I must once again pause . . . maybe I'll have time later.