Humanity ROCKS...let's celebrate!!!

Dear E. and All,
The timelessness of sisterly bonds and the eternity of our fleeting childhood imaginations seem both romantic and real. Striking the heartstrings in spite of age discrepancies, true friends (like on Yale Avenue) open up the layers of self. A ten-year-old's jokes heal me equal to the tearful eyes of a listening peer. Why? Because with each birthday or sunset or second we not only gain more, but we resurrect all of our yesterdays. Our souls add more sparkling rocks to our collections of being that stay in the clasped palm or the string-tied cache. Treasure the geode of a first kiss with the same velvety touch that came with the dirty, first-failed-Spelling-Bee stone because, on occasion, a child opens their clammy hand with a dirty stone in hopes of comparing and sharing. What a crime if your dirty stone has been cast aside in the name of teenage rebellion or adult "maturity"!
Volumes of books cannot explain and infinite tables of data cannot quantify the value--the universality--of human experience. For even if your small pebble of family sorrow does not look or feel like my jagged rock, they come from the Central Quarry of tears; and, more importantly, the actual act of holding out that piece of your collection for another to see and feel is immeasurable. And if you share your earthy rock or examine another's colorful gem, whether it originates in their early years or recent days, with carefully cradling hands and heart, your cluster gets heavier. You acquire more treasures, more humanness. That is why friendship and love and family and sharing make us so much better. That is why I am grateful for all of you.
Annie

PS: On that note, as summer starts to sing, my 9-year-old self can't help but crave a company of players, night-games, and innovative PET-VET rescue methods. Simultaneously, my 21-year-old self (I hope I don't sound schizophrenic) itches to plan a party. Envision this: vases of poppies (perhaps peonies), Chinese lanterns, fresh fruit, grass, skewers of steak kabobs, dresses, a bright-palette of plates, rosemary bread, fortune-telling, heels, swirling table cloths, Italian ice, poetry, and us. HOW ABOUT THIS SATURDAY EVENING OR SUNDAY???IT MUST BE SOON!!!!