I'm marrying her today, the love of my life.
Kate Beckett, the woman I believed to be wholly and utterly unattainable once upon a time. Today, she'll become my wife, the light of my life.
I can't help but smile at this idea; I can't help but feel like I'm finally complete.
Alexis approves of her, which is a great relief. I don't think I could deal with them getting on each other's nerves: After all, they are both the most important women in my life.
I want to know how she'll look like, what her dress will be like, but the groom isn't supposed to see the bride before the ceremony and not even I am stubborn enough to break this tradition.
She is undoubtedly getting ready right now. Is she nervous? Anxious? Happy?.
I'm happy. Happier than I've been since Alexis' birth.
It'll soon be time, and I am so ready to say I do. So prepared to be her husband.
I have been her partner for so long, her companion, her friend and even -probably to her surprise- a friend she didn't expect finding in someone like me.
I want to be there when she wakes up; I want to be her rock and her lover.
I finally feel like I know where I belong. By her side, my darling Kate.