Tonight is the series finale of Parks and Recreation, and I'm a wreck over it. I can't believe this beautiful, naïve, sophisticated newborn baby of a show is coming to an end. Pawnee is a place full of wackos and weirdos, but also a place brimful of friendship, determination, loyalty and love.
I've adored this show for both its huge laughs and its cornucopia of tiny jewel-like moments of hilarity. Although I firmly identify as a Ben Wyatt with all-too frequent Craig Middlebrooks moments, I'm constantly amazed by how often I sympathize with each of the absurd and wildly lovable characters on this show. I have never been so charmed by a crazier group of madmen having this much fun.
There are more exciting shows on TV. There are edgier ones, goofier ones, and shows with better writing and better acting. But there is no show like this. Leslie & Ben are my OTP, when Andy & April aren't. I want a friendship like Tom & Donna's. And Ron & Leslie's. I am slowly turning into a Jerry/Terry/Larry/Gary. Parks and Recreation is just a roomful of open hearts at a time when most of our entertainment is all flashing lights and sharpened knives. Pawnee, I love you and I like you, and I don't want to close the door to your world yet.
These are the things I've learned from Parks: Things don't always work, but they always work out. We cheer for our friends, we accept our differences and we rally. We do what's right, even if it's not easy. We love our gals, we love our waffles, and we do good work.
The best family is the one we make out of our friends. Be proud of yourself. Believe in yourself. Treat yo' self! Lead with love, then love with everything that you have.
That's pretty good for seven seasons of a little TV show that was often on the verge of being cancelled. Thanks for a little slice of perfection, Parks & Rec. I will miss you in the saddest fashion.