Dear “Gilmore Girls,”

Today. Today is a day I’ve been waiting for for the longest time.

Well. Since the seventh grade, to be specific.

I wanted to write a letter to the cast, the writers and creators, and whoever helped make Gilmore Girls a thing. I’ve watched interviews and realize that sometimes you can’t grasp how much this show means to some people.

Let me tell ya. It means a whole lot–dare I say it means the world— to my little family.

So. Here goes:

Dear Gilmore Girls,

You came into my life during a very weird, hard, and transitional time. It was the summer after sixth grade, the summer before seventh. My mom and dad had just gotten a divorce and I was still hurt. He had left in January of that year, 2006, days after my maternal grandfather’s death. I was embarrassed. I was confused.  The second-to-last season of your show was on the air.

My mom had read about your show in a magazine–a single mom and her daughter, Lorelei and Rory taking on the world– and decided to pick up season one on DVD that summer. My little family–my mom, my sister, and me– needed a little TLC, a fresh start.

The obsession began. We watched all six seasons that summer, and watched the last season as it aired.

What did we love about Gilmore Girls? At the time, we fell in love with Rory and Lorelei’s relationship, the eccentric little town, Rory’s bookish personality, Lorelei’s spunk, and Luke’s diner. We loved the Gilmore girls’ relationship with Richard and Emily. We admired the work ethic that both characters embodied, their ambition to become a journalist or to own an inn. We loved everything about your show.

We cried as we watched your show end in May of 2007. We were heartbroken it was over, but because of your show, our world truly changed.

We compare the seasons of our lives to seasons of your show. My college years? Mostly compared to season four, when Lorelei struggled financially and wore her famous pink coat over and over. She kept bread and tomatoes in the pantry and in the fridge. We did (do) too. Figuratively.

Junior and senior year of college? I dropped what I thought was expected and decided to truly pursue “Rory” passions. I’m now applying to graduate schools in creative writing and English, I’m working two Rory-ish jobs, and I’m not afraid to be a little different, a little “impractical.” I can do these things because I have my own Lorelei, my mom. She encourages me just as Lorelei encouraged Rory to pursue her dreams in journalism.

Now? Despite my current contentment and happiness, I still feel like season seven Rory, looking out onto a great abyss that is my life and wondering what it will hold. I feel like Rory when she turned down Logan’s proposal. She relished the feeling of facing the unknown, to living life unsettled.

That’s where I am. That’s me.

The show has grown with us, all of us.

I named my car Luke (my Ford escape is reliable…it was the obvious choice), my sister and I quote Gilmore Girls on the daily, we compare our pups to Paul Anka, and when we struggle with problems that seem insurmountable, we compare it to your show; we work through it.

Sometimes I’m early season six Rory. Not good. Somehow episode nine, “The Prodigal Daughter Returns,” happens in my own life, too. My momma always forgives me, and I always forgive myself.

The lesson Gilmore Girls truly instilled in us? You can take on the world in an unconventional way. Families come in all shapes and sizes, and single moms and their daughters can rule the world.

Before we found Gilmore Girls, my mom was implementing the idea of not playing the victim in our “unfortunate” situation. We would be strong and we would do good things; she was so adamant about facing the world with a can-do attitude. Gilmore Girls was just a cherry on top, the icing on the cake, the creamer in the coffee. It was a tool in becoming who we are today.

Excuse my french: we are badass, independent, successful, loving, strong, witty, and hard working women. We’ve taken on the world with the help of your show. We’ve taken your narrative and used it as a way to make sense of our own lives, to compare the events in our history to the history of Rory and Lorelei. My career was inspired by Rory, my mom’s resilience and independence mirrors Lorelei’s, my sister gets Luke’s constant need to take care of the ones he loves, be it by obligation or by reluctant love. I’m unapologetically ambitious like Paris and my sister embodies Rory’s nurturing nature.

Heck. We identify with Kirk. Who doesn’t love Kirk?

In short, your show has been a mainstay in our lives. We re-watch it every year, and each year we’ve realize how much we’ve grown. It used to be about Rory’s relationships with Dean or Jess or Logan.  When I was younger, I didn’t realize how Rory’s estrangement with Lorelei was so detrimental. Now my heart aches in season six, when Rory is so lost. I tear up when Richard says, “What she tackles, she conquers.” He reminds me of my grandpa.

I’m writing to say thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you. Thank you for creating this show, for showcasing strong women, for introducing idyllic Stars Hollow to the world, and for always being there. You’ve given us a show to love and quote forever and ever.

I’ve been waiting for this revival for so long, and watching it with my little family is going to be the most wonderful thing. Bring on the tears, bring on the coffee, and bring on the Gilmore-isms. We’re ready to enjoy your show together as a little family, and we’re excited to continue to enjoy everything that Gilmore Girls stands for.

Thank you and copper boom.

Sincerely,

Kaila and family, equipped with our own alliterated title

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