I’m at the cottage.

WEather’s great – hot and sunny.

The kids are having fun, swimming, tubing, hanging out.

The beach is stunning this year, but the ocean’s still a little nippy.

The jelly fish have arrived. And the mosquitoes! They love me.

We’re getting the blinds up on the windows and getting TV set up for the Olympics this summer.

I’m enjoying sh*t out of this moment because tomorrow I’m going to the funeral of someone who would dearly love to be at the cottage on the beach with her kids right now.

She was 44, smart, dynamic, and always the life of the par-tay. She leaves twin girls aged 14 and their brother, 15. And a big family of brothers, sisters, parents and friends.

I’m so lucky to be here right now. My kids are lucky to be here.

And you are lucky to be there too.