My parents just celebrated their 51st wedding anniversary. They have provided a good and sound model for my brothers and me. A large part of the success of their marriage and our family closeness should be attributed to Lewisburg, and to our time at Smithover and the Greenbrier River. Our numerous canoe trips, picnics, and family car travels (during which we put millions of miles under our belts) all knit us together. My parents devoted their time and energy to the meaningful things in life, and showed their children the true value of family and making memories for a lifetime.
Lewisburg represents the simple life for me. It represents not having to show anyone up and investing in the important things: breathing fresh air, admiring sunsets with your children, soaking up starlit evenings, eating with pleasure and gratitude. It represents committing to living life to the fullest, and to falling in love with as much as you possibly can.
Our wedding in late August of 2004 took place on this land that my dad always referred to as “sacred.” That evening, all the things that were precious to me growing up merged together into one memorable occasion: family, food, and music in the great outdoors. The moon was full. The stars were bright. Cousins Fred, Lew, and Will picked away at some of my favorite tunes. My childhood was over, but my values for life were set.
Lewisburg and Smithover became a special place for me early on.
The magnificent fields, woods, and waters were the vital playgrounds of my youth.
It is a place that continues to transform me, continues to teach peace and harmony, and continues to bring calmness during restless times.
It is my sanctuary.
Through this exceptional place, I have learned how to take great pleasure in the fundamentals of a meaningful life.
I am forever grateful.