Time flies. It wasn't long ago my wife and I were overjoyed to announce the birth of our first son, Oliver. He turned 4 yesterday and I took the day off to spend it with him. The truth is, it won't be long until he's 14, and these magic days are passed.
I remember on my 10th birthday my father explained to me that the next 10 years would feel like a lifetime, the decade after that like half a lifetime, and so on until the half life of perspective makes the days whizz past. This is one of the strange truths of human existence: that time is relative and the more we cherish it, the faster it runs away.
Here's to joy while it's in our hands.