Still, part of me wanted to be traditional. I think I even said it out loud…“I’m changing my name.” But when the time came to fill out the paperwork I just couldn’t do it. I thought about what my name represents to me. My last name has a special history; my great-grandfather emigrated from Italy to Ecuador in the late 1800s. He married my great-grandmother and together they had 16 children. This means that everyone with my last name in a whole country of Ecuador is related to me. I happen to think that is a pretty phenomenal thing! There is an incredible sense of pride that we all share. So it wasn’t so much that I didn’t want to take my husband’s name, it’s that I didn’t want to lose mine.
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