Before we were engaged or even considering marriage (which would be...ohhhh two weeks into our relationship I guess), Josh and I had an interesting conversation regarding name changes that went something like this:
H: Yeah, my plan is to keep my own name if I get married one day.
J: I refuse to have children with hyphenated names. I always promised myself that I'd take my wife's name before I let my children be saddled with hyphenated names.
H: ....really?
J: Yep.
H: Well. Okay then.
My intention was to have my children take their father's name should the day come to pass, but I figured I'd keep my mouth shut at that particular juncture. And I was right to do it!
Josh will be taking mine. Now, this is pretty cool for a variety of reasons. 1. I never felt like I had to comply with societal norms regarding male and female, and this leaves my relatively untarnished record still relatively untarnished. 2. I get to keep my family name; something very important to me. 3. The looks on people's faces and ensuing positive comments when I tell them that my fiance will be taking my last name ("That is so cool!", "Wow, that's neat! I asked my husband to do that, but he wouldn't" and the ever popular "Really? You're the first couple I've ever met to do that....that's so awesome!"). Believe me, I was very shocked myself. But lo and behold, this is what happens when your dude is the most incredible man alive.
*sigh*
I am so lucky.
I'm very grateful to him for this
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