I bid a bittersweet farewell to the Switched at Birth writers, cast and crew last night. After 103 FREAKING EPISODES, it is being sent off to that great big vault of excellent shows in the sky, where shows go to take naps and reminisce and, as my theory of heaven goes, dine on waffle sundaes and unlimited peel and eat shrimp. Practically everyone who’s ever worked on the show turned out to celebrate what we made. I’m still new to TV,  but I get the sense that it’s rare to work on a show with so much love and camaraderie. The fact that it gave a lot of people their first chance at their dream I think lodged it in a special place in a whole lot of hearts.  Lizzy and Paul gave lovely speeches about how surely we’ll all work together again, and so it’s not really the end.  By which I of course mean, of Gils Marini’s abs.

IT WILL NEVER BE THE END.