Dear Anna,

Only an Alcott girl would believe the cure

for sadness lies in reading a painstaking

recitation of the joys of others........

The day was incomplete without you,

though I think you are just where

you need to be now and speak with

pride of your good works. Your prime

place in Paradise has long been assured,

and now you are just fluffing the pillows.

If only I can work on earning my

 spot now.....

I intend to be there at your side.

Yours ever,

L.

So enjoying .....

The Lost Summer of Louisa May Alcott

Have a beautiful day!  Dee Dee