Lemonnotta.

This past summer, a friend of mine was in town with her kids for a few days.

Now this, to me me was very exciting because I hadn't seen her for a while and the idea of getting our kids together

this was a real treat. We swam, we drank wine, we splashed in the water, then threw some pool floats in.

By the way, the inflatable pizza slice proved to be a big hit.

Which I found online, and I kid you not, the one without pepperoni was a few

dollars less than the one with pepperoni. And yes, I'm still talking about the inflatable

pizza float for the pool. We all got a good laugh out of that. But all that aside, this wasn't

our day of being the wives and moms all perfectly quaffed with updoes and pearls and demure smiles.

This was the other version of us. with updues and pearls and demure smiles.

This was the other version of us, both with wild curly hair and swimsuits and loose linen and

huge belly laughs.

Big cuddles with our little ones, and quiet whispers of girl talk on the

terrace giddy, like absolute school girls. We were just having so much fun? You wondering who I'm talking about? I'll let her introduce herself.

For homies, it's Sophie G. in the house, but nobody knows this.

Okay.

If you didn't guess it yet, perhaps this introduction is more of what you're familiar with.

Sophie Reguois is my legal name and then Sophie Reguire Trudeau because of the association

and I get called Madame because of protocol very often I'm sure you know about

you know how that feels and it just my ears screech every time I'm like oh I'm not a madame.

That's Sophie Gregoa Trudeau. She's an activist humanitarian mother and also wife to Canadian Prime Minister Justin Trudeau.

Sophie has become a dear friend and someone who I think is so emblematic of strength

...