Time
My father didn't talk a lot. But he was wise. When we discussed my youthful concerns he would often attempt to put things into perspective in terms of time to help me see the bigger picture. After the first day of junior high, I was lamenting the challenges of my combination lock. He told me that before I knew it I would be in 7th grade helping some younger student with their lock because mine would be second nature. When I moved on to high school he informed me that in the blink of and eye I wouldn't be a lost Freshman, but rather a Senior with the world at my feet. He was not wrong. Ever since my own children entered middle school it seems life has been whipping by at warp speed. Maybe it was the years spent working all day, driving kids around all night, and attending sporting events all weekend that made time appear to accelerate. But it doesn't really matter how it happened - here we are. Time passes quickly. And I have often thought back on my dad's words and th