Mrs Kensi Blye Deeks: Kensi’s Journal 3/17/19

♥ March 17, 2019 ♥

I’m sitting here watching my husband (Kat and Mandy are right—it’s going to be a long time before I stop grinning like an idiotwhen I use that word to describe Deeks) sleep, trying to remember if I’ve ever been happier.  I’ve had some pretty incredible events in my life: Dad teaching me to shoot, hunting and camping with him, graduating from college, Deeks pre-proposing to me, getting my job back at OSP…they all rate as some of my happiest moments.  And I can safely say that none of them compare to the joy and thrill I have felt from the instant I saw Deeks waiting for me at the end of the aisle.  My cheeks still hurt from all the smiling.  And not just for the pictures, but because I’m over the moon that I married my best friend today. Deeks said in his vows that today was his favorite moment, and I completely get that because it was my happiest.

It wasn’t the wedding day every girl dreams of, not even one whose husband (heee!) describes her as gunpowder.  But not even Deeks and his Mercury retrograde paranoia could have imagined we’d have to contend with Kirkin and those goons crashing the bridal party or Hetty Lange literally crashing a car through a wall of the venue.  Shame on us for not guessing that Hetty would somehow appear to do us the honor of officiating our marriage ceremony, though.

I’m just glad the photographer got some shots of me in my beautiful dress in all its original floor-length glory before I turned it into a miniskirt.  If Deeks thinks I’m his kind of girl because I can execute a power slide while firing a weapon, I hope he thinks I’m his kind of wife now that I’ve willingly destroyed my own wedding gown to kick some ass (calling me his Fight Club angel is probably my answer).

Even though Dad couldn’t be there in person, I think Mama B was right—he was there in spirit.  I’m choosing to believe he had a hand in the rain stopping and the sun coming out just in time to have everything outside like we wanted.  Heaven knows I’d had enough of the water works with Mandy…man I hope I don’t get that weepy when I’m pregnant.  Who am I kidding?  Even if I do, Deeks will turn them into tears of laughter easily enough.

Have to admit, I wasn’t expecting to have time to write in my journal on our wedding night. I figured Deeks and I would be otherwise occupied most of the night.  But he fell asleep pretty early, and his nose is twitching and whistling so I just don’t have the heart to wake him right now, no matter how much I want to “occupy” him again. 😉 I’m kind of surprised Deeks is wiped out right now though—as far as I know, he’s the only one on the team who didn’t get into a physical altercation today, and I know he didn’t drink much, so I wonder what’s got him so beat?  (Note to self: ask Deeks how he spent the day–after you wear him out again. 😊)

Our wedding certainly didn’t go down the way we planned.  But like the way we got engaged, it was somehow “us.”  And it was perfect because no matter what else happened, I am, now and forever, Kensi Blye Deeks.