July 22, 2006

Hey there Hot Plates,
Hey Lucas!
Rory! You're not allowed to call him that!
And you are?
Ug, sorry for that, children can't live with them and can't… I'm not going to finish that.

Mom!

Just so you know this isn't Mom having two personalities. It's both of us. (notice the childlike handwriting underneath)

Rory! That's my handwriting.

Case and point. Anyways, I saw a piece of paper sitting on the desk in Mom's room with the date on it and the greeting. I never knew Mom was writing to you. So I added my own greeting and then Mom noticed it and here we are. We're still arguing about whether or not I should be allowed to participate in this letter by the way.

Well, it's my letter. I should be allowed to decide if you can write in it. I mean, you're not the one pregnant with his child.

Well put. (and by they way, nothing against you Luke, but I'm happy that it's her pregnant with your son and not me)

She only said that because babies disgust her. So anyways, I was going to write and tell you that Rory arrived on Tuesday.

On time. Unlike some people I don't miss flights. I don't get on the wrong train.

I swear the sign was in French! How was I supposed to know we were going to end up on the wrong side of town!

There was also a sign in English! Child abuse! My mom just hit me!

You know Rory, St. Peter won't forgive liars. Oh hey, Luke, we're supposed to be writing this to you. So let's write to you instead of to each other. Rory and I have been having an absolutely fabulous time together.

Oh sure, after she made me help her finish unpacking the last few boxes. Did you ever know being pregnant made you completely incapable of doing anything on your own?

I'm not incapable, it's just a nice thing for a daughter to help her poor pregnant mother. So anyways, after we finished my move I took her over to the inn to show her around. Tell Luke about what you thought of the inn.

Yeah, it's like I'm three again. Oh Rory, Sweetie, tell Mia how sweet it was that she let you do that… Seriously we all remember I'm 21 right? But yeah, Luke, I don't know what she's told you about this place but it's so amazing. I mean the Dragonfly has a homey feel to it, don't get me wrong I definitely prefer it, but if I wasn't such a small town girl I'd want to move into this inn. The food here isn't Sookie's but then again it's not yours either. What I wouldn't give for a good Luke's burger.

I'll second that. Lately all I've had an appetite for is asparagus and broccoli or anything brought to you by the color green. It's making me wonder if your son is going to be anything like me.

God help you Luke if it turns out to be anything like her.

But then it would be you! So after inn we wandered around, doing some shopping. Well Rory did more shopping than I did, cuz you know I did all my maternity shopping with Graciela last week.

Mom's told you about Graciela then? I wish we could import her to the US when Mom comes back home.

But Michel...

Is a putz.

Anyways, what Rory did do was help me pick out things to decorate the baby's room. We're going with blue for a boy even though orange is the new blue.

Mom, Luke's not going to get that joke. So Luke, what are you going to name my new brother? Mom won't give me any hints but I swear Sherry had Gigi named the moment they knew she was an it.

Rory, let's not focus on that right now. Right now we're just hoping for a happy healthy little boy that's at least a little like me. I'm so tired of eating vegetables you have no idea.

Oh Luke, Mom showed me a few of the pictures you sent of yourself as a baby. You're so cute! Personally, I can't imagine you as a baby. I can't imagine you as younger than you were the first day I met you. But maybe that's just me.

Rory, when you're a parent you'll understand how easy it is to imagine the father of your child as a little boy, especially when you know it's the side of him he's kept inside for so long. Course, if it's with Logan, maybe not, he doesn't keep that little boy side inside, does he?

Mom, let's try to stay off that subject as well. We're writing to Luke, so let's talk about something he's interested in.

Hmmm… I heard those Red Sox are doing well.

Are they?

Hell if I know. I'm in France. You're in France. They don't tend to broadcast American baseball games in France. (Not that I would likely watch them if they were on.)

I don't know about that. You've been doing a lot of strange things since I got here. Eating vegetables. Not drinking coffee. Going to bed early.

All because of that kid that's taken up residence in my body. You were nicer to me. You let me eat potato chips and stay up all hours of the night.

So I'm lucky I came out as perfect as I am, right?

Alrighty on that note my daughter and I have reservations for dinner so we must head out.

With love from the Gilmore Girls,

Rory and Lorelai


Hey Luke,

I just shoved Rory out of the room so I could add something from me at the bottom. I really want to thank you, while I'm thinking about it, for your heartfelt letter. I should have realized that you didn't understand I felt ignored. I should have said something before everything built up inside, simmering and simmering, until the explosion. I mean, I guess we'll never be able to figure out how things might have worked out of things had happened otherwise. If you had told me about April from the beginning. If I had told you I didn't want to postpone the wedding from the beginning. Maybe it really is helpful, me being in Paris, makes us realize how much we screwed up this whole thing we thought was so perfect. Was it ever perfect? I mean, somehow I had this idea that what we had was this amazing thing that no one else had. How many couples are friends, best friends, for 8 years before getting together? How many couples know each other that intimately from the start?

Yet, things can't have been that perfect. Things still fell apart for us and I still don't know why and I have to admit, I'm not sure I want to come home until I do figure this out. Seriously, how helpful would it be to get back together and not understand the true reasons why things fell apart?

Okay, Rory's screaming for me to leave, but I just wanted to say that. And thank you for getting that vet appointment for Paul Anka. And just say, I miss you. I'm still not sure how I'm going to go a year without you, but I guess I'm glad I've got your letters to get me through.

Love from this Gilmore Girl,

Lorelai


Hey future step-father (I hope),

Sorry I know you probably wish I hadn't started with that, but I want you to know I haven't changed my mind. I still want you to be my step-father. I really did mean what I said at my 21st birthday party.

Since my mom is writing letters to you I thought I could just throw this in with it. Can I say, just a little side note from me, I think it's adorable that you guys are writing these letters to each other? There's something so romantic about it, letters from across an ocean. Did you ever know that John Adams and Abigail Adams used to write each other these beautiful letters all throughout their marriage? You probably could care less about that, but I think Mom would appreciate that anecdote. I mean, back then, they had the marriage that all others were jealous of. They were really in love and today we know this because of the preservation of these letters. Do you ever think after writing Mom a letter exactly what the letter says about you? What will your grandchildren think about your relationship if they read these letters years from now?

I couldn't tell you what I think. She may have let me in on her letter but she hasn't let me read yours. She wouldn't even give me a hint of what they said. So I'm going to ask you just this. Have you moved on? Do you still want to be with my mom? Do you miss her? Do you forgive her? Do you still love her? Do you still want to marry her and be my step-father? Do you think you'll ever be able to get past what happened? I hope you know if I asked my mom all those questions that yes would be the answer to all of them.

You know what's another thing she won't let me do? Mention my father. You probably would rather I didn't mention him, but I have to, Luke. Really, you don't know how it ended between them, but she walked out, she left, and she won't talk to him. I don't know how she thinks she's getting closure by just ignoring him. I'm not telling you this for my father's sake, because in all of this, you're the one I feel the worst for. I'm telling you this because you need to know. She's chosen you. She wants to be with you. She'll run away from everything: her life, her house, her dog, me, my dad, her parents, her friends. She'll leave it all behind just to get you back. She misses you that much.

I think she doesn't realize that in order to get past this, to move on from what happened, she's got to talk to him. She needs to tell him what she's decided. She needs to tell him that she wants to be with you. She needs to tell him that he's not the man she loves, possibly that he never was. She needs to tell him to stay out of her life and not just think that her actions are speaking for her. I don't know how to tell her this. I don't know how to get her to do this. It's probably not something that is on the top of the list of things you want to do right now, telling Mom to talk to my father. It's a suggestion though, just so you know, I think it's only going to benefit you in the end and if you think about it, mull it over, you'll figure out I'm right.

Sorry, I guess I spent most of this letter writing about my father and Mom but if you didn't know, underneath all of this there's more to it. You know when I was in Stars Hollow last time, checking out Lane's new place, I was thinking about all the things I used to do: just hang out with Mom in the diner, go to town meetings and listen to you yell at Taylor, just so many things we did as a family before we actually were a family. You were always there for me, Luke, don't think I don't appreciate it. I'll never forget the donut you gave me when we realized we were the only ones who understood Jess. I'll never forget you giving me your mother's pearls and I'll never forget the look on your face when I introduced you as my future step father. I really wanted that, believe me. I still do.

Your daughter in spirit,

Rory