One of the hardest parts of being on the road, for work, for almost two weeks is (not surprisingly) missing my family. But one of the most delightful parts is getting the opportunity to reconnect with old (ahem, long-term) friends from school and work. In Chicago last week, a former colleague of mine and I had a charming dinner over wine (her) and pasta (me) and sky-high flour-less, chocolate cake (us). After discussing how much we love our work, how blessed we feel to have healthy children and how lucky we feel to have supportive and loving husbands, I sat back in my chair and blurted out:

“I don’t deserve to be this happy.”