There's a famous saying, often shared with a knowing, wistful sigh: "Youth is wasted on the young."

It's a quote that can sound a little cynical, but it is only from a perspective of aging that this quote rings true. It's not a criticism. It’s a reflection on the beautiful, fleeting nature of time and the profound gift of perspective.

I have been thinking a lot lately about how quickly time flies. It’s a quiet, persistent thought that seems to grow more profound with each passing year.

When I think about my son, who is now a wonderful young man, I look back on his youth with such a mix of emotions.