I’ve never been one to be too sentimental. I’m not all that girly. I don’t really get attached to things. But I’m super loyal. I love my friends. And I love my family more than anyone could possibly imagine.
As most of you know I just got married in October. Well, I guess it’s not “just” any longer huh? I mean it has been 7 months. But funny enough I still haven’t legally changed my name. Yea I know, it’s changed on Facebook. I’m currently a Facebook fraud, what can I say?!?! At least I’m coming clean. But I wanted to know if any of you have ever shared the same, I don’t know, pang in your stomach when I think of losing something that is so much me…my last name. I’ve been Megan McDaniel for 32 years. That’s a long time. It’s who I am at work, its how my friends know me, its plastered on everything I own, including my house. I’m Megan McDaniel. But I married this amazing man, and I want to honor him and I want to be a family, and to do that I’m supposed to take his name, correct?
So why am I having such a hard time finishing up all of the paperwork. Why do I, Miss Unemotional and Miss Unattached, sometimes start to tear up when I think about ending the McDaniel blood line. I’m it folks, the last McDaniel. Why do I tear up at the thought of ending my father’s legacy, my family’s legacy? Why do I cry because I don’t want to hurt my husband or his family? Why am I sad and happy that I want to become a Bailey? Have any of you ever shared the same pang? I would love to know I’m not alone.