My husband watches the Hallmark Channel. Yes—the Hallmark channel. He would watch it whenever turning on the TV if it were available. Especially during the month of December!
To say I find productions on Hallmark to be formulaic would be a vast understatement. It’s all so gooey!
What I do enjoy however, (and what makes his viewing choice tolerable) it watching him watch these shows. His emotions are putty in their hands—his face reflects the shifting emotions from smiles, to wide eyed discoveries (oh no, it’s her long lost/never before known father) to awkward revelations. When I see him so willingly suspending his disbelief for what I determine to be the largely unbelievable, it makes me love him more!
He was adopted by a couple from Germany who had moved to Chicago when he was 6 months old. They clearly parented the best they knew how—but it was cold. “Speak when asked”/”my way or the highway” childhood. He created his own family from spending hours at friends’ houses where there was joy, laughter, music and baking!
I think he delights in the sheer positivity of these shows. He creates his own Hallmark snapshots in our family, laboring over the Santa details, BBQ-ing to perfection on his pellet BBQ for a family meal, providing ice cream while camping by bringing it on dry ice, quietly and thoroughly cleaning barf and other bodily fluids that I can’t go near, washing dishes, doing laundry, vacuuming, shopping, always remembering our anniversary (even when I usually forget).
I guess he’s a keeper. Which I knew from the moment I saw him. (Speaking of a Hallmark movie storyline!)