I am one of seven sisters that were raised as a Catholic and my parents wanted a large family. My brother came first and seven sisters later. I am smack in the middle and my parents were sure I was a boy, a baby brother for Tom and that I would be named John. Well, it turns out I was a girl and my name is Joan after the Saint, Joan of Arc.
We celebrated the second to the youngest sister’s 60th Birthday up in Morro Bay and went zip lining in Santa Margarita to get in touch with our wild side. There was wine tasting afterward at Ancient Peaks and I have to tell you, they had some spectacular wine. Apparently, the soil holds oysters the size of soccer balls and this leads to an interesting mineral deposit that the grapevines love.
So all in all, I have a really cool bunch of sisters, and one sister in law to fill in the gap, and I am feeling nostalgic as it is 3 in the morning and I can’t sleep. It was memorable get together because we are all aging gracefully and have gotten closer. I am really proud of all my competent, outstanding women that just happen to be sisters too! COW for short. Life has been challenging for all of us but we have fought the battles with integrity.
This morning we are heading to Vegas with Callie to meet up with our daughter. Another adventure is brewing.