My husband changed my last name at Misrad HaPnim today without totally-fully-100% checking with me. To see that we were doing that whole name changing thing.
I went from one ridiculously Jewish last name to another slightly less ridiculously Jewish last name, but the original reflected so much to me; my priestlyness (ok, my dad’s priestlyness), a bit of Sephardi heritage, the simplicity of Judaism as a tag whenever introductions are made. And I liked my initials.
Eh, what’s in a name, after all?