A fun fact about me is that when I married, I not only became a Mrs., but also went from “Z” to “A.” You see, my maiden name began with a Z. :) Growing up and always being last in line alphabetically… the last name called… the end…, I told myself that if/when I marry, I was going to move up in the alphabet. :) And you know what, coincidentally, I did! And to the very top, no doubt! :) God is sure a god of details, isn’t He? I just love it.
I was so pleased with my “A” surname and “moving up.” :) But most of all, I am proud of the name that my husband gave me. I love that I share his name and the family I represent. So, I have the letter A sitting on my living room console table beside family photos. And, well, I also recently picked up another letter A because it was ridiculously cheap on sale. I just couldn’t resist. :)
On to the point of this post… a few days later, I came to the realization that the letter A has come to represent more than our name since that day my name changed forever. Years later, it stands for so much more in our family:
*Alexanders… our family name
*America… our home
*Africa… our heart… where we lived 2.5 incredible years… AND the continent that birthed our children and holds their roots/ heritage.
*Adoption… how our family grew and came to be.
Yep, I think A is our letter. :)