|photo by Jessi LaRue|
This week I was addressed as Mrs. LaRue for the first time. Yes, the very first time, even though I've been Mrs. LaRue for almost an entire year.
Luckily the exchange happened via email, so the sender did not get to see the puzzled look on my face.
It's not that I have a problem being Mrs. LaRue or even Jessi LaRue. In fact, I like having that in common with my best friend, my husband. I love having that tie to him and I'm proud to share his name. But I'm nowhere near used to it.
It's like when I saw my new name in print for the first time. I commented online about how strange it felt. "Pretty soon your old name will seem strange and your new name perfectly normal," someone responded on Facebook.
Ha. As if.
Mrs. LaRue seems too stiff, too formal, too, well, beyond my years, I guess you could say. I've always been "Just Jessi." Yet here I am, faking my way through the real, adult world, one day at a time. It just seems fitting that me being a "Mrs." would feel the exact same way. Much like adult life, it seems like the thing I should be doing, but maybe it's just a size too big on me.
Maybe one day it'll fit better.