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In 23 days I am getting married.
The next time you hear from me, I will go by a different name. While my first and middle name will remain the same, my last name will have changed. Iâ€™ll have a new driverâ€™s license (with brown hair, not blonde like my current license) and a new last name. Once I become Mrs. O, Iâ€™ll now fall in the middle of the alphabet, and Iâ€™ll have to listen for a new name to be called when I pick up prescriptions.
And I consider this a very beautiful thing.
Iâ€™m looking forward to sharing a last name with the man I love. I look forward to sharing my step-sonâ€™s last name with him as well.
Iâ€™ll miss my last name.
Iâ€™ll miss the connection it gives me to my parents and my brothers and my nieces and nephews. Iâ€™ll miss the connection it gives me to my grandmother and grandfather who are no longer with us. I recognize myself as Miss C. Soon, I wonâ€™t be her any longer.
Iâ€™ve always wanted to change my last name when I got married so that Iâ€™d share a name with my husband. So this was an easy decision for me. I just didnâ€™t expect to feel so nostalgic about my current last name. I toyed with keeping it as a middle name, but what would I do with my current middle name? In the end, I chose to just switch last names, and say goodbye to my maiden name.
I canâ€™t be the only person who has experienced this nostalgia before. How did you all feel when you changed your name?