Now that you have that classic Destiny’s Child song stuck in your head, it’s time for me to discuss what I’ll be called after I say “I do.”
I have an awesome and unique last name. The only person I’ve ever met with the same name was a random person on Facebook wondering if we’re related. Anytime I tell people my name, their response is “That is an awesome name!” Even at government offices. I even had one girl in high school want to steal my last name. Having been in a performing arts schools since grade nine has made my name even more amazing. Also, I’m the last person in my family to have this name. I’m an only child, and my dad’s only sibling was his sister, who took her husband’s last name. If I change my name, the world loses an awesome name. (I’m not being cocky—it really is a great a name.) For these reasons, I used to always say I would never change my name after marriage.
Then I met the Gander, and thought about marriage and kids. I thought I’d like to have the connection of a shared name for us. There was also no way Gander would consider changing his name. He comes from a well known family, and has actually made business contacts on his last name. I considered, at first, that I would keep my name, he would keep his, and our children would be hyphenated. It seemed like an easy solution.
Then, my mind was changed. What was big enough to cause this change? I wish I could say it was a major event, but in reality, it was a rerun of Gene Simmons Family Jewels.