"What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet."
-Juliet in Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet
But.
It wasn't even an option for me to take his last name as my own. A lot of people I know assumed I would take his name, and that's cool, because I love his last name, and we got some checks and stuff addressed to us as Mr. and Mrs. HisLastName. But...Québec law does not allow anyone to have a name change with marriage. Since 1981. Radical, huh?
So I have decided to have my cake and eat a little of it too. What's wrong with celebrating both of our last names and our family heritages coming together? My Matron of Honor gave me beautiful stationary with the initial of his last name as a birthday gift to me a few months before the wedding, and even though it is not my legal reality, I still love it. And I also bought myself a monogrammed plate with "our" (unofficial) initials shortly before the wedding. S was completely perplexed by this since the idea of women taking the husband's last name is truly foreign to him, but I got a kick out of it. And I guess it wasn't too crazy. I mean, the plate ended up being almost free (because its purchase eliminated the shipping costs on another purchase I had to make) and we used it at the wedding soirée to serve food, so it was even practical. See how good I am at justifying a bizarre purchase prompted by my roots and early concepts of marriage traditions?
Yeah. Names are linked to identity in complicated ways. So, thanks to Québec law, the choice was
S has a great last name. And I do too. No need to "doff thy name."
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