After Sean and I got married I changed my name. I didn't even think twice about changing it. Two days after our wedding I was down at the dmv changing my name.
I always thought that I would keep my own name. I thought that my name said a lot about who I was. Who I have been my whole life. I enjoyed my maiden name. I enjoyed what that said about me. I thought the connections with my my family were more important that what ever my new name would become.
Then today I received an email of surprise from a dear friend about the name change. He hadn't expected it and to be honest I hadn't either. He wrote about how his wife hadn't changed her name and how he supported her in that due to an experience he had years before. He had taken a class where they asked them to write their name with their significant others last name. It changed the way he looked at it. I love that there are so many options in life. How marriage has changed. How so many rights have changed. Hopefully we will let marriage continue to change.
For me changing my name was great. It was something that I wanted to do. It was choosing this family. It was choosing to make this family the family that comes first. It was a commitment that I was making to Sean. He is my family and I can't imagine not sharing his last name.
I secretly love looking down at his left hand and seeing his ring. I love that he introduces me as his wife. I love that we are together. Okay enough of this.