So something that my mother-in-law has always said is that we do what we can and then hand it over to a higher power. I really believe this to be 100% true as a staple in anyone's Judaism. Usually this would take on a negative connotation in that we do what we can but sometimes things don't work out.
On some occasions it takes on a happy tone. When Yael and I flew in from LA for her cousins bar mitzvah, we had all the craziness with her ID showing her maiden name and her ticket having my last name. We went through a lot of phone calls trying to get our marriage certificate, or having her ticket changed, or getting our hands on something official that showed our names together as being married. In the end we had our prenup and 3 TSA agents that said it should suffice.
We headed to the airport on Tuesday morning with as many forms of ID for Yael as we could possibly find, our invitation, our prenup, our bencher (in case we could even explain to the TSA agent what that even was), and anything else we could think of. We get to the security point and I go first so the agent can see my name. Then Yael hands her ticket and ID and the agent does a double-take. Obviously she realized that Yael's last name has suddenly changed. We are ready for the show-down... So I say to the agent, "She took on my name when we got married." The agent said, "Okay," signed her initials and let us through.
Why we had to go through all of our crazy preparations for this show-down, I have no clue, but I'm sure that in 97 years I will find out. We did our part and the higher power took over.
On some occasions it takes on a happy tone. When Yael and I flew in from LA for her cousins bar mitzvah, we had all the craziness with her ID showing her maiden name and her ticket having my last name. We went through a lot of phone calls trying to get our marriage certificate, or having her ticket changed, or getting our hands on something official that showed our names together as being married. In the end we had our prenup and 3 TSA agents that said it should suffice.
We headed to the airport on Tuesday morning with as many forms of ID for Yael as we could possibly find, our invitation, our prenup, our bencher (in case we could even explain to the TSA agent what that even was), and anything else we could think of. We get to the security point and I go first so the agent can see my name. Then Yael hands her ticket and ID and the agent does a double-take. Obviously she realized that Yael's last name has suddenly changed. We are ready for the show-down... So I say to the agent, "She took on my name when we got married." The agent said, "Okay," signed her initials and let us through.
Why we had to go through all of our crazy preparations for this show-down, I have no clue, but I'm sure that in 97 years I will find out. We did our part and the higher power took over.