Kids, it’s been almost twenty years since that cold April night in 2013. And I can safely tell you if I could go back in time and relive that night, there’s no way in hell I’d go to Robots versus Wrestlers. No, I’d go home. I’d go to my old apartment, see all my old furniture, my old stuff. I’d see my old drafting table where I sketched out my first building. I’d sit on that old couch and smell the indian food cooking three stories below. I’d go to Lily and Marshall’s place, be back in that old living room where so many things happened. I’d see the baby. I don’t know if you can picture me holding your six foot, seven cousin Marvin over my head, but back then I could. I’d go have a drink with Barney and Robin, watch them fight about their caterer, or whatever it was they were fighting about that night. But none of those things is the thing I’d do first. You know the thing I’d do first.
”Hi. I’m Ted Mosby. And exactly forty-five days from now, you and I are going to meet, and we’re gonna fall in love. And we’re gonna get married, and we’re gonna have two kids. And we’re gonna love them and each other so much. All that is forty-five days away. But I’m here now, I guess because I want those extra forty-five days. With you, I want each one of them. Look, if I can’t have them, I’ll take the forty-five seconds before your boyfriend shows up and punches me in the face. Because, I love you. I’m always gonna love you, till the end of my days and beyond.”