Tonight I am watching a Lifetime movie about the March sisters at Christmas. It's a bit cheesy because it's Lifetime and they have the need to lay it on THICK. But I so dearly love the story of Little Women that I don't even care. Here is the cast of the movie.
When I was a little girl, I wanted nothing more than to grow up to be Jo March. She was so independent. And she was near fearless when it came to getting what she wanted. I have been every other March sister. I am naturally Beth. I'm quite and shy. Sometimes I felt like her, I just wanted to curl up in my mom's house and hide from the world. Sometimes I have felt like Amy, a little whiny, a little selfish. Now, I feel like Meg. I'm a wife, a homemaker, pretty sensible. But I still want to be Jo. I still want her confidence and talent and joie de vivre. Maybe I will still become Jo. :)
P.S. The Lifetime movie lacks the emotional depth of either the 97(ish) version or the 34(ish) version, but it is still cute. A little holiday cheer!