I’ll admit it. Sometimes I doodle my first name with your last name in my journal. It’s true.
I’d like to think of myself as a feminist, and I know the subject of name changing is quite controversial. In fact, my friends Renee and A.J. actually wrote excellent posts on why they did and did not change their names when they married their spouses. But here is my take on the subject, as a feminist and a woman we all have equal rights to make major decisions in our personal lives. We aren’t mandated to make certain choices, and we all should be making the best decisions for our own persons.
This is all a preface to say that I can’t wait until we share the same last name.
I’ve already decided to take your name when we get married. I didn’t take this decision lightly. I’ve always been proud of my name, proud of my whole family. To all of a sudden be the ONLY person in my immediate family with a different last name is kind of sad in a way. I won’t be happy to discard it – in fact, maybe I will even incorporate it into my middle name – but I do know that I will be happy to embrace your last name.
Mrs. O…Mr. and Mrs. O….Oh, I just can’t wait.
I can’t wait for the moments when we first get married when I’m standing in line at the pharmacy or an appointment and someone calls me by my married name. I can’t wait until I can write it everywhere, not just in my little journal. I can’t wait until you are my Mr. and I am your Mrs.
With all my love,
Your future Mrs.