To: 13 year old Emily
Subject: Another message from Emily
Date: April 25, 2013
Thank you, dear girl, for making my day. As you were writing this back in ’97, I know you didn’t give a single thought to the almost thirty-year-old self that might read it one day and laugh hysterically, nearly falling off her bed and almost peeing her pants at the same time. I’m glad you didn’t. In thinking about the future, you might have changed it and I wouldn’t want that. There are so many things right with this email that I can’t even list them all.
I’ll try, though.
1. Nineteen sentences, forty nine exclamation points.
2. Your precocious use of symbols to draw random shit. So early in the internet revolution and you are already using that rose at the signature line? YES.
4. That subject line. “Message from Emily”. It reminds me of what a grandmotherly type might use today as a header in an email she wrote on her funny computer contraption, the same lady who might be found writing “please find me the best recipe for Chocolate Chip Cookies on an well-rated baking web page or web log” into her Google search bar.
5. Your pure excitability. Ain’t no one gonna get you down, kid, not even, like, a blizzard. I don’t like exclamation points all that much, but I like you!!!!!!!!! And I like your enthusiasm.
Thank goodness someone, that unknown but critically important individual, taught my sister to use the I-net. Without her ability to email, I never would have had a record of this little gem that brightened my Thursday immeasurably.