Sunday afternoons can be beautiful times to delve into childhood dreams that have followed you through young adulthood. When I first saw Laurie kiss Jo I began to daydream about my own first kiss. I dreamed of laughing and dancing with a guy who became more than a friend. The family and friends encircling Meg's marriage gazebo launched fantasies of my own wedding one day. Some of these dreams have come to pass but still some are yet to be. Every time I saw Beth's death scene I pondered on my own feelings around my sister's death. And Marmee was always so wise and knew just what to say to not only comfort but empower her girls, just like my mom has always done. While no Christian Bale has ever besottedly watched me from next door, and I have yet to be surprised with a kiss on a bench in scenic England, I have dabbled in discovering potential young love and learned to turn heartache into bittersweet optimism for the future. I have learned that writing can be the most rewarding listener when other sources fail. "Time brings change, and change takes time".