This morning, still in a half-coma under the covers and listening to the background sounds of Mr. Wonderful getting ready for work, I suddenly had a revelation. One that popped my eyes wide open in shock, remeniscent of the moment the mom in Home Alone realizes they’ve left Kevin at home.
As you can see, there has been no lack of celebration this year between the Mr. and I. But, to be perfectly honest, I was looking forward to paying special attention to our official 3 year anniversary. You see, Dear Reader, while celebrating my birthday this year, my sweet, proper, chic grandmother said something that really struck me – “You had better savor this birthday, young lady! It’s the last year you’ll ever celebrate your birthday as an (insert maiden name here)!” Of course, this was right before I opened her sweet, proper, chic birthday card and found a check that I was directed to use for ‘buying yourself some nice lingerie’… I digress.
My last birthday as a (insert maiden name here)?!? EVER?!? Commence waterworks.
It finally hit me that I would be getting MARRIED soon. While many things would clearly be no different after the wedding then they were before – I know my gal pals would still call me the same nickname, even though it’s a derivative of the last name I no would no longer have – symbolically, life would be a lot different.
I know that as soon as we get married, all of those other symbolic anniversaries will probably be swept under the rug, or just acknowledged with something very small – “Look Lulu, I cleaned the toilet for you today so you didn’t have to, since it’s officially 6 years after we met for the first time in that class!” – I kind of feel like this was the last time we could officially celebrate our ‘dating’ anniversary, and I blew it.