The Words I've Been Waiting To Hear
My fondness for David Canary is well-documented and potentially worrisome to his family and friends; I promise I'm not dangerous, Mr. Canary! I just really, really love you and would like to have a conversation with you over a cup of tea. It's just that the conversation may just be giggling on my end, but--you know, I'm just going to take a break from digging this whole for myself and say that even though I knew I was excited about Adam returning to the show, I was taken aback by just HOW excited I am.
Colby: Hi, Dad. We really need you.
Why would that make a person tear up?! I don't know, but I did! Maybe because it's true: we do! We do need you, Adam. And by we, I mean AMERICA. America needs Adam Chandler. And not just Adam Chandler smirking cockily at JR from a picture frame, although that is delightful for sure.
So much of All My Children right now has me weepy. David and Cara are so sweet and sparkly together that it makes me tear up (is Lindsay Hartley a miracle worker or something? She is able to pique my interest in characters I had long written off as fatally irksome. Except that not even Cara could make Jake remotely okay...). And Tad and Dixie. Tad and Dixie! GUYS.
Tad: Dixie, please come home. From the bottom of my heart, please. Please live with me.
Dixie: From a first date to moving in?
Tad: Well, you know what Chicken Little said.
Dixie: Uh, the sky is falling?
Tad: It's a new day. And that's exactly how I'd like to wake up every day. Every morning, for the rest of our lives together. With humor and with love.
Dixie: There's no other way I would like to wake up.
Tad: You know you wanna!
Dixie: Woo! Is that an egg in your basket, or are you just happy to see me?
Tears. Actual tears. Like, 36 hours ago I was complaining to someone that Tad and Dixie weren't doing it for me this time around and that I was still bitter that I didn't get the Tad/Cara romance I've been publicly begging for and here I am, watching dopes in a chicken suit crying.
The closer we get to the end of this show's run on ABC, the uglier I think it is going to get for me. I am probably going to be--literally!--shaking and crying two weeks from now, and full-on ugly-sobbing whenever someone says the words "all", "my", or "children".