Yep, our adoreable flower girls are right. Exactly 30 days from today, I will be Mrs. Wierer.
Man, that statement holds a ton of feeling. I mean, come on! 32 years of my life as "Sara Krause" are suddenly in a blink of an eye changing to "Sara Wierer." Such an odd feeling.
I've always held great pride in my last name. My father is an only child - so my sister and I are the absolute last of the Krause generation. That is CRAZY to comprehend, I mean crazy!
Here's a pic of the Krause's I grew up with. I just love these old pics. The kiddo is my dad - what a cutie.
I heard a song earlier this summer that really got me thinking
(as if I wasn't already thinking about all this). It's so right on:
I hold all the pride in the world in my last name...but then I also love that Carl chose to share his pride with me. It is a great honor and I am excited to share the last name with our future children and building that pride within them. Maybe some day I'll have a daughter that will experience these feelings and will have the opportunity to tell her about the prides of my life.
However, I'm not denying this: you are likely to see a "Krause" tattoo on my body before the wedding. Dad, when can you join me?!
I felt the same way...Mrs. Wierer ends up growing on you! And it's better than being called Mrs. Wiener, which some day you may receive mail in that name!!!
ReplyDeleteWell, there's also the issue of being called a "Mrs."...when I was a kid I thought by the time I would become a "Mrs.", I would be old. That is soooooo not true - even if the new Starbucks barista calls me "Ma'am." Bad idea Mr. Barista, bad idea :)
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