After nearly 13 years of single life filled with being alone at times, dating and being independent and self-reliant, I'm starting a new chapter. Really, it's a continuation of an 8-year commitment - I met the man I get to marry back in 2008 - but there's something about marriage that is special. Right?
Today I brushed the dust off my blog and gave it a makeover because in just a few short days I will change my name. I've looked forward to getting a proverbial giant can of spray paint and violently covering every sign of the last name I have used for the past 15 years, but now that the day is almost here I am a little hesitant. I kept this name after divorce because it's not my ex's last name. It's my son's last name. And part of me doesn't want to change that.
We've talked about the name change around here for a while now. Just when I start to get excited about signing a new name, I feel sad. I don't want my son to be different from me. And he doesn't either. I can't even believe something I've looked forward to for so long has become this hard to do.
I still have a few more days to get this straight in my head and heart. And I have a million things to get done before the big day. Maybe I should buy a can of spray paint and see if that helps. :)
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