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When I thought about this past weekend, many words sprang to mind. Opulence is the one that resounds. The countryside and ever changing weather were magnificent, the Greenbrier itself was lavish with lots of sparkle and rich décor. But the company I kept, well my girls are a luxury that words cannot describe.

As we rounded up the posse we each joyously abandoned our busy lives to head west to the mountains of WVA for a few days of surrender. Six women, four plus hours up and back in an eight passenger vehicle stuffed with more than twelve bags (not including the ones we collected after we got there) for more than 72 hours; the sing-a-long to the tunes on Soultown satellite radio accompanied hilarious exchanges, the conversation, banter, laughter and a few tears only quieted when the sand man forced us into some seriously comfortable beds. From sweethearts to sweetbreads to no sweets thank you to how do we make it whatever that it is sweeter to how sweet is this, the exuberant dialog was never boring, sometimes to the delight of folks sitting nearby.

There is something infectious about a group of people enjoying life regardless of what their back story is past or present. Invariably, those in observance just want to have what they’re having, others consider themselves most fortunate when they get the chance to join in, be part of the zaniness if only for a few minutes. From the moment we arrived right up to the meal we shared as we headed back up the highway, there is no doubt in my mind that those we came in contact with will not soon forget us, there are quite a few who are still chuckling about what they overheard. I think the six of us are too.

Life is meant to be lived to the fullest, filled with a richness that isn’t recorded on a bank statement and as we packed clothes, memories and I can’t remember how many pairs of new shoes into our bags, we vowed to continue doing just that. So as one of my high-spirited friends would say, “Cheers!” and to that I add…
 

keep your peepers open!®