Spending summers on the Annisquam River in our family’s cottage, life was fun and easy. We’d wake for our morning swim off the neighborhood dock, sometimes Dad would join us with his coffee, happy to have a few stress free days with the family. We’d return to the smell of fresh muffins Mom popped into the oven and plan our day. Maybe take the zodiac up the river to join our friends at Wingaersheek or head to Good Harbor where we could catch waves and indulge in frozen slushes before heading home, sunburned and sandy, for whatever Dad cooked on the grill. With my sister getting married, it wouldn't be long before I could take over the third bedroom downstairs, walk right out the back door and start the day again.