No Words: Parks and Recreation.

I recently watched

the first five seasons

of Parks and Recreation

in one long, glorious binge.

(No spoilers.

I need to catch up

on the most recent one.)

There are no words to describe

how much I love it.

If you could combine

the love I feel

for my three or four closest friends,

that's how much I love

every character on that show.

I have shed actual tears

four or five times

because I was so moved.

The first time

was on Ron's birthday.

My heart would be so happy

if I could move to Pawnee

and be friends with those people.

I love when the corners of April's mouth

can't help but turn up.

I love how much Donna loves her Benz.

I want to be 

a watered-down version of Leslie:

always giving the best gifts,

celebrating obscure anniversaries,

and loving Joe Biden.

I love when Ron rolls his eyes

and smiles behind his moustache.

I love every word of wisdom

Ron has ever distilled.

Mostly, there are no words to describe

how much I love Ron Swanson.

I'm sorry,

but swoon.