Until the last few years, my name has been so rare that I’ve always loved telling people my name because the reaction is always something like “WOW! That is a beautiful name!” It has gotten to the point that I wait for that reaction. Sometimes people tell me that I should immediately go thank my mother for naming me Micaela (thanks mom). To me, it’s just my name, I can’t love it or hate it, but I do think that I like it. I’ve always loved being the only Micaela because I don’t associate my name with anything other than myself, the things I like, and the things I do. It probably sounds a little silly, but it’s true! I’ve always been the most Micaelaest person, to me, and to other people too. I love when people say (and I hear it a lot), “That’s very Micaela.”

Now the name is catching on, and there is a lot of young children with my name. the response is always something more like, “That’s a beautiful name! That’s my niece’s name!” I don’t really mind, and working in an elementary school, I love to meet all of these young Micaelas, which are never spelt the same way as mine, by the way. I’ve met a couple now, and it’s interesting to see what another Micaela/Michaela/McKayla/Mikayla… (you get the idea) might be like.

 I am thankful that I’ll always be one of the only people around my age with my name. This is just me: first a daughter and a sister, then a girlfriend and a fiance, very soon a teacher and a wife and always, always, the Micaelaest.

And the inspiration from this post? Our new Tumblers.

Katelyn’s: The Middlest
Lauren’s: The Littlest
Me: The Micaelaist