I always assumed I would change my name when I got married. It was a pretty simple idea—in theory, of course. But the thing is I fell in love with Mr. Cloud, who instead of having a simple and easy to pronounce last name like my maiden name, has a difficult last name that is not only very often mispronounced and misspelled, but if you say it quick enough, it sounds like a bodily function (trust me and use your imagination on this one, it’s not so good). I could already see my future children being teased to tears on the playground.
I had a few big factors to consider when deciding if I would go ahead and embrace the new name or not. First, my heart broke a little to think that if I did change my name, in a way I would no longer be me. I felt like giving up my maiden name would be giving up who I have been for the past 25 years, and letting go of a piece of my family. A family that is not only large and in charge, but whom I am also very, very close to. I know deep down my name doesn’t really change who I am, but still it was bothering me. I’m connected to my last name, and my initials. I wasn’t really sure I could let them go.
The second thing to consider is that Mr. Cloud’s last name isn’t just something he was born with, it was something he also chose.
When the Mr. was five, FMIL Cloud married his stepfather, FFIL Cloud. Then, while Mr. Cloud was in high school, his stepfather, who is the only dad he has ever known, was finally able to officially adopt both him and FSIL Cloud. Both Mr. Cloud and his sister decided they wanted to change their last names to FFIL Cloud’s. If a sixteen year old Mr. Cloud can let go of a very common last name to take on one that means so much, how can I now say I don’t like it enough to do the same?
Call me old fashioned, but I also had this other little fact gnawing in the back of my mind. Remember those imaginary future kids who I am so worried about being teased? I want them to have the same name as me and Mr. Cloud. And since Mr. Cloud was not willing to make another name change on his part and take my maiden name (because you know I asked!) the only way it’s going to happen is if I embrace the change on my end. Can you see where this is going?
I’m giving in and taking my future hubby’s last name. Thanks to my maid of honor wanting to buy me something with my new monogram on it months ago and forcing me into a decision, I’ve even had some time to get used to the idea. And in an effort to get to the embracing stage (and of course, add another unneeded craft to my list) I decided to make chair signs for our seats at the reception. It’s funny how a little crafting can make it all seem so official!
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Imagine these on beautiful black chivari chairs instead of my dining room table set which has also now been taken over with wedding crap. And again, sorry about the scribbles: gotta keep the stalkers away, ya know?
Did you have a name change dilemma or was it an obvious choice?
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