What's in a Name? Apparently a Lot

I recently did something that forced me to change my name.

No, nothing sinister—I just got married!

With that marriage came a cute new name. (I loved my old name, Aimee Hancock, but now I get to be Aimee Robbins. Doesn't that just look so cute?) I love my new name, but I don't love the hassle that comes with it.

We haven't gotten our marriage license in the mail yet, and without it I feel like I'm in limbo. My nameplate at work says I'm Aimee Robbins, my new email address has my new name in it, and my husband (still weird to call him that!) calls me Mrs. Robbins (even weirder to hear him call me that!). But according to my bank, BYU, and my driver's license, I'm still Aimee Hancock. And I can't change that without a marriage license. So much that one little document can do!

One thing I never even thought of when I used to daydream about my wedding was having to jump through all these hoops to change my name. Some women choose not to change their names, for whatever reason, but I always knew that I wanted to take my husband's name. This way, I finally get to have a middle name—Hancock!

I've always wanted a middle name. Back in elementary school (back when it was fun to try and find out each other's middle names), I would always say my middle name was "Nothing" so I could play the guessing game with my classmates.

Hopefully soon, I'll get to truly and legally be Aimee Hancock Robbins. But for now, I'm saying my middle name is "Hancock."