I love the show How I Met Your Mother. I've spent a lot of time watching it lately. Partly because that is how I wind down, and partly because I don't have anything else to do.

It's weird how much I remind myself of Ted at times. I'll spare you the details, but basically in the very first episode (we're now 5 seasons in) he finds this gorgeous girl in New York (Robin) and they go on a date. They have an amazing time. They laugh, and talk for hours about nothing and everything. Robin mind you, is gorgeous. She's classy, mature, and embodies everything I could want. She has great taste, she's funny, witty, and sometimes a little dumb. She's driven and she has dreams...Anyway, Ted takes her home and they kiss and he tells her he loves her...big mistake. Robin freaks. Ted proceeds to say how he is done with games and dating, how he isn't good at it, because he will make a good husband. He isn't good at dating, but he's good at cooking, loving, dreaming. Long story short: they date for a long time, and break up, but they are all still best friends. Yet, 5-6 years later, it's clear they aren't over each other yet and I'm pretty sure they'll get back together. Anyway, Ted is good guy. Has dreams himself. Loves deeply. Laughs. Puts everything he has into everything he does.

I'm not sure I'm talking about the show any more...I should go to sleep.

This didn't sound as sappy when I thought about it tonight walking home. I like stories. I like to tell them. I like to be a part of them. I like to help others find theirs. I like to capture them.

"We talk about the future, though it probably is only a dream
yet I still can't stop my mind from racing and this smile won't leave my face."