It's Okay
I've been meaning for so long to get these thoughts down, Gabrielle. I really didn't understand that it would have mattered to anyone but me all the things that go through my mind when I think about you and what you've brought into our lives.
I guess the best place to start is at the start. The first time I met you, you were chalky white and purple at the same time. I thought I knew what being a dad was like from my time with your sister, but nothing can prepare you for driving home from the hospital with your wife in pain and two little souls in the backseat, all completely dependent upon you to get them home and for things to be okay. Being a dad to twins was exhausting. It wasn't until you got older that YOU made yourself known.
You probably don't remember, but at one time, you and your brother had the tightest, unspoken, psychic-kind of bond. You used to play with him. You interpreted for him. You named him, "Drews". For a long time you were the Andrew expert in the house. I think that says a lot for how things have gone all of these years. That love and caring you had for each other, and your devotion to your brother are who you are. You can't help but be the kind of person who loves other people, who wants to protect them, and it's in other people that you get lost. I never understood until later, how much of yourself you gave to your brother and when Andrew became Drews, how little you got in return. In many ways you were the middle kid. Whitney was off doing big girl things, Andrew needed constant attention and worry. You kept things going.
I think the first time I even thought about it was at our first daddy/daughter dance. I just remember dancing with you and noticing how intently you gazed at me and how happy you looked. In that moment, it dawned on me that you almost never got something just for you. I didn't understand until then how you might want and need my attention and how "your" time was always "you and Drews'" time. I really loved you how invited me to the dance, and how it became our thing, until it wasn't anymore. Over the years, I've learned to try to notice when things happen, and to try to cherish them in the moment. I'm not always successful, but let me share some of the things I've watched and loved over the years.
I've loved watching all of the hijinks/monkey shines/all-around foolishness you do on a daily basis. You used to walk in circles around and around and around because you had such boundless energy. You told Whitney, "I'll kick your ass right now" when you were about 6 and I'd warned her to stop messing with you and that when you got bigger you were going to handle her. You cut your own hair. You stuck gum in your hair. All these crazy things you did. I guess you craved attention, but in my mind, you were just being our crazy, fearless, funny-as-hell Gabby. You once practically pulled an old lady off her steps when you went to get Andrew's Halloween candy for him (because he wouldn't) and 1, because you were going to get him that candy bar, and 2, because she wasn't going to give it to you and you were getting that candy. If anyone was going to do some nonsense in the house, it was probably going to be you. I know Whitney's watched you amazed and bemused at the sheer audacity.
I've loved watching you play soccer. I don't think you'll ever know how much I loved every minute of watching you play. I would stand apart from the other parents with my headphones on listening to my Gabby soundtrack and watch you sprint (ha ha, right. I mean somewhat jog") down the pitch. It was so funny watching you love to play while at the same time hate to run. I love that about you. In most everything you've ever done, you've done it exactly the way you want to do it. At any rate, you used to do this thing, where you'd be on the wing and someone would slot a nicely weighted pass onside you and you'd give the ball this littlest of flicks with your left foot and then it was off to the races.... the shortest race, but still a race. You were once being closed down, and you sent the on the right and passed the defender on the left. You didn't score, but it was beautiful. You played with such joy when you weren't thinking, just in the moment. I feel like I can remember every game you ever played. I feel like I lived an extra lifetime watching you run and kick (and duck away from a perfectly placed corner kick). That was a life well-lived.
I don't have the time or emotional capacity to relay everything I love about you, Gabby. Watching you take care of your siblings, watching you fight with your siblings, watching you be so sweet to your mom, while also being the biggest pain the in ass, it's all been amazing. You're so much older now, so smart (I really mean that) and so beautiful. You're also so exasperating, so full of potential, and yet so committed to doing it your own way. I wish I could say that you remind me of me, but you're not like me. You're a lot like my sister. She's always been the coolest in the room no matter what room she was in. She's also got a big heart, just like you.
I just want you to know that I love you so much. It's okay. It's okay that you're not where you want to be in life right now. It's okay that you don't even know what that is. It's okay that you're consistently a pain the ass with the whole, "I don't know" thing. You've got time, but I would hope that you would do it better than I've done it.
I've spent way too much time working, worrying, and being stubborn about doing everything the hard way. I did miss a lot of time we can't get back working and keeping myself busy with everything I thought I had to do keep the family going. But I've also spent A LOT of time watching you kids, and living in the moments while laughing at the nonsense. I honestly don't know anyone else who would be as funny having just had a brick land on her head. I worry about you, that you feel unfulfilled, too lazy, maybe unnoticed, maybe not important. Your father watches everything you do, and though I make constant fun of you, I do stand in amazement at the beautiful woman you've become.
ALSO, while you're a lot like your aunt Stephanie in many ways, you and I do share a sense of humor. I think I like that the best. Whitney is bookish and sarcastic like me, but you've got this great self-deprecating sense of humor and you're not afraid to show your ass (as well as the rest of you), which I really appreciate (but really, PUT SOME CLOTHES ON) because life is nothing if you can't laugh at it.
I love you so much. It is okay. You don't need to close yourself off as if you don't care. We both know you do. You just need to stay amazing... and maybe stop doing dumb shit because, "I don't know". I look forward to watching what you do next, just like I used to wait and wait and wait for just one more goal, one more flick forward, and one more perfectly crossed ball from your left-foot.