After waking up to such tragic, unbelievable, unimaginable news in Nice this morning, today was a day for living and for gratitude.
There is no better way to feel alive than running hard on the sand and sand dunes to make your heart pound, loud in your chest and in your ears.
There is no better way to feel the swell of gratitude than watching your small boys growing up strong, independent, energetic and throwing themselves in to the sea, jumping the surf and riding the waves. 
The antidote to hate is love. And I can only believe this event was one born of hate… 

So tonight I will fill the evening with love, for my family, for life and for France.