Namesake

As of this week, I have been alive for eighteen years. In anticipation I thought the day would never come. In hindsight it came too soon. Eighteen sounds a lot older than it feels. The other day someone asked if I feel like a woman now. What a silly question. Reaching womanhood is an event rather than a number. Through the changing ebbs and flows of life, one thing has remained a constant. My name. My namesake was coined from the lyrics of a song written in the 70s.

and Aubrey was her name / a not so very ordinary girl or name / but who's to blame / for a love that wouldn't bloom / for the hearts that never played in tune / like a lovely melody that every one can sing / take away the words that rhyme it doesn't mean a thing

How fitting. 

and Aubrey was her name / I never knew her but I loved her just the same / I love her name 

I adore the band Bread. I love that they love my name.