In 2011, I married the love of my life – Mr. Picard. No, not that Picard.
My parents are long-time Trekkies, though I don’t think I necessarily loved the series in the way they would have preferred. I am much more attached to the Star Wars universe (a mutual love of SW is actually how I met my husband). I remember growing up watching videotapes of classic Star Trek episodes and trying to pry open my father’s glass display case, which contained a commemorative anniversary plate and replica phaser. Numerous autographed pictures hung proudly on the wall of Leonard Nimoy, Jonathan Frakes and of course, Patrick Stewart.
So you can imagine the day I called my parents to tell them that I was getting married. “Oh really?!” My father’s voice lifted and I could practically hear a twinkle in his eye. “You’ll be Mrs. Picard.” I didn’t think I could make him any happier until he said, “If he owned a boat, we could call him Captain Picard.”
Did I mention my father in law actually owns a boat? I know as nerd offspring, I couldn’t have married a better surname (well, except Solo, maybe).
If you think being told repeatedly that you have an awesome last name would get old, well, you would be wrong. I can’t wait to go to a convention one day with the name tag “Mrs. Picard” and not even have to pretend.
My husband and I have discussed children’s names – I have to admit I was a bit reluctant at first, but I finally caved to naming any future boy “Jonathan Lucas Picard”. I am hoping it is not so nerdy that the kid will be teased, but just nerdy enough that anyone cool will “get it”. I look forward to many knowing smiles.
As the icing on a deliciously nerdy cake, my husband and I are avid tea drinkers. I anxiously await the day I finally give in and buy this: