I honestly had to think about it.
I have been Mrs. Medina for almost 11 months now, and I wouldn't change it for the world. I love having the same name as my husband. I love that I took his name so that we are united as one family. Myself as a person didn't change really, at least no more than any other person who gets married. I got to add something. The only time that I felt like I was loosing something was a comment my dad said. My dad finally got his hands on a family heirloom that was his great grandpa's, then his grandpa's then his dad's and now finally his. He has been drooling over this particular item since he was 10 years old. It's the riffle he learned to hunt with from his grandpa. He made a joke about making my brother wait until he was 60 to get it, then I made a joke about him not wanting to pass it down to his first born grandson (currently in my oven). His reply was, is his last name going to be _________ (insert my maiden last name)?
At that moment I realized that part of my identity had changed, in my families eyes. Which is a good thing! Matt and I are our own family now. While my parents will always be my parents, my hubby and I are a different family now, our identity is now meshed.
Did I loose part of my identity? No, I am still the same person. My identity changed, I am now part of someone else. It is an addition, not a loss. I gained so much more than I had before. At least that is my feeling.
Btw... I have like 15 unfinished blog posts to make but my prego brain is stalling me out, so I apologize for the lack of recent posts, hopefully my blogging will come back soon, and it will not be overwhelmed by baby stuff, but no promises.
