There was always a rush of sentiment every time I saw Anna on the first day of my adventures by the lake. She was my own personal Statue of Liberty, welcoming me into the harbor that is summer.

Before I could clamor out of the car she had me gripped in an awkward embrace, sandwiched in between her and the hard metal of the car door. Maggie had bounded out excitedly from the passenger side, eager to meet Buck, who she held in a loving hug. He returned her affection with an excited bark.

“Is this the pretty little Maggie?” Anna said turning towards Maggie, her eyes bright.

“Yes,” I said coming around the car, and putting my arm around Maggie, “She is.” Anna came around, and gave Maggie one of her famous death-grip hugs.

“Well,” Anna began, “You two better get your stuff in the house, I got everything all clean for you, and when you’re done, come over to my house, I’ve already made dinner.”

“You didn’t have to make us dinner,” I started.

“Nonsense!” Anna said, as she turned back to her house.