A few weeks ago he came home from softball practice with his new jersey. In a weird "small world" situation, his team is now sponsored by the location we're having our wedding reception. Thus his shirt had our reception place on the front, and his last name on the back. (His last name also starts with "M".)
"Oh," I exclaimed when I saw it. "I want it!"
"You want a shirt that says M on it??"
"Sure. After all I'm going to be an M too next year."
He paused. "Well I need this one," he said, "but you can have one of my old jerseys."
He dug through his drawers and found me one. It was too big, but I took a pair of scissors to it, to make it shorter. He was surprised when I decided to wear it out, but I thought it was kind of cool. The first thing I own that says "M" on it... kinda neat!
(Oh, and this will answer the question of the name change. The answer is "almost definitely". It's a little weird to imagine not having my own name anymore, so I think I'm going to keep my last name as a second-middle-name. That will stay on my resume and drivers license and such, but in casual use I think I'm gonna be an M.)