10/10/2026
Loving this lazy Saturday with my hubby. 🤍☕️
Getting married for the first time at 47 was never something I imagined for myself. After 47 years of carrying my own name, building my independence, and standing firmly in who I was, the thought of changing my name felt like changing a part of my identity. I had spent my whole life being me, independent and self-sufficient.
I never imagined marriage would be part of my story, let alone finding a man I would deeply love, genuinely respect, and feel completely safe with. ❤️
Fast-forward five years into marriage, and something beautiful has shifted in my heart. What once felt like giving up a piece of myself has become a desire to blend our lives more deeply, to become one, and to embrace the beautiful unity God intended for marriage.
As we continue to grow, evolve, and walk with God together, it is now my privilege and joy to take my husband's name. Not because I've lost my independence or identity, but because I've grown into a new understanding of love, partnership, and becoming one.
I get to be his wife in every sense of the word. To keep building our family, our home, and our life together, with Christ at the center and as our guide.
At 52, I'm learning that love doesn't ask us to lose ourselves. Sometimes, it invites us to grow into something even more beautiful than we ever imagined. 🤍🙏🏼
Here's to love, growth, grace, and the beautiful journey of becoming one. ❤️🏡✨
Mrs. Hertzog 💥