We sat in a beautiful courtyard, around a dinner table laden with regional pastas, anchovies on toast, and the local Sangiovese wine. The conversation was free flowing and fascinating; politics, travel, fashion, ideas. We were meeting our daughter’s bosses and colleagues, the people she is spending all of her time with at her new job in Italy. Suddenly her boss turns to me and says, “Tell me a story about Morgan!” A long (and awkward) pause…I was suddenly at a loss for words. I have millions of stories about Morgan, but which one is the one to tell? Do I tell a funny story? A serious one? An early one? A recent one? Which one of the millions would be the one to tell right here…right now? I froze. I said I’d have to think about it. I never came up with just the right story to tell.