“You might have known if you’d made room for it,” I replied.

He considered that.

“You’re right.”

We walked beside the water.

Oliver slept in his stroller while sailboats moved slowly across the harbor.

Warren told me he was stepping away from some daily responsibilities at the company.

Not because the business had become unimportant, but because he was tired of allowing it to consume every conversation and every relationship.

“I don’t want to discover in another thirty years that I missed what mattered because I was in a meeting,” he said.