I'm still getting used to this whole idea. Sometimes when someone calls me by my new last name, I don't catch it at first, it takes a moment to realize I've shifted the identity my friends and family know. And then I do catch it, and I get kind of goosebumps all over, in a good way.
I kind of agonized over whether or not I would choose to change my last name; I was kind of attached to the old one. I liked Katie VanHoorn. My name fit who I was, how I looked, what I liked. Faulk? I wasn't sure about Faulk, at first. It fit Jason, but would it fit me? And was I required to take a man's name just because I had married him?
After a lot of thought, I chose to do so. It may not be the most liberated or feminist choice I've ever made, but I made it, and I'm glad I did. I like this whole Faulk thing. I like the Faulks and I like being associated with them. I like how easily they welcomed me into their family, how much I feel like when Jason and I move out to Greenville, SC after we've both got our degrees that I won't be quite so homesick, maybe, because I'll have a bunch of people out there already happy to see me come.
So, I think I'm okay with being Katie Faulk. Still have to get used to it though. And stop giggling every time I remember I'm wearing The Ring.
I watched the DVD my cousin Josh recorded of the wedding ceremony... my sister burned me a copy and sent it to me? I got it in the mail just the other day, sat down and watched it, and got all teary and giddy.
Still am, just a little bit.
Also, I love all the pictures I've seen! I want them plastered to my walls. Oh well... now we're using -picture frames-.
All right, that's all I have ofr now.