I changed my last name after I got married and while it wasn’t necessarily a hard decision to make, both Jon and I put a lot of thought into it. Today, I’d like to share those thoughts with you, because whether you’ve also changed your last name or hope to do so one day, I think it’s important to know what it means, what it doesn’t mean, and have reasons for doing it aside from it being the typical societal norm
an unedited little slice of my heart from summer of 2016 – I was navigating being single during a time of yearning for what had not yet been provided and as you’ll see, it was peppered with doubt and questioning. I share this not as a woe to the unfulfilled longing, but as an appreciation for the place the Lord brought my heart given my previous hesitations toward marriage. For me, the longing was part of my journey toward the altar.
I got married late, at least from a Christian perspective. I was almost thirty! This is partially a joke, I recognize it’s not really that old. In fact, the average age of a man getting married is 29.8 years old. However, this statistic doesn’t discount the fact that as a thirty year old newlywed I sometimes feel like a unicorn within Christian communities.
While I don’t remember my exact age, I know it was pre-highschool when I came to the loose conclusion that I wasn’t sure I ever wanted to get married. I say “loose conclusion” because I hadn’t decided I didn’t want to, but I also hadn’t decided that I one day wanted to. I casually mentioned this to my mom one evening as we sat in the kitchen, and it seemed to alarm her more than I thought it would. This led to those conversations that stuck with me for many years, and I’d say had a catalytic impact on my relationships, or lack thereof over the following years.