My mom got me a new hoodie. I've been wanting one for many years, and I love it. I'm just feeling awful guilty that I haven't been to one game yet this year. Sorry, Ryno.
She got my maiden name on hers and felt really bad that it got put on my hood too. It actually got me thinking. When I first got married, I was kind of weirded out changing my name. It was so bizarre when people called by my new name. The first day back in the office after our honeymoon, someone walked up to me and said, "Hey, Mrs. P." I remember feeling really freaked out.
It didn't take long for me claim it. I LOVE my new name. I love the life I've created under it. I love that I share it with my husband and my boys, and selfishly, I'm glad it's Cole's name too. We're gonna do great things under this name, me and my boys! But on my hockey sweatshirt...I'll wear my old one. It's my brother's name, and he's the one in the goal. I'm proud of that every day of the week!
In an effort to capture my hood in a self-portrait (I need longer arms!), I got this shot.
I realized that I never see the back of my head. I had no idea it looked like this. :)