I almost never come to photo shoots alone. Partially because I am super trusting and one day it will get me into trouble. Well it already did, one time I was coming home from visiting my boyfriend and I saw a wrecked car on the road and a person limping farther down the street. I pulled over to see if I could help and found myself dealing with a drunk man I didn’t know. So, to avoid being in situations that could land me on the next Taken movie I come with someone else to my appointments, the buddy system is the only system in my opinion. My helpers are some of the most amazing people in the whole world, they remind me too eat and go to the bathroom during eight hour long weddings, they hold 1-2 backpacks for eight hours, they help organize and run my photo shoots and marathons, and they are my co-pilots and GPS systems on the way to shoots (as well as receptionist but none of them really like that title). I want to introduce every single person that helps me out at my shoots but we will start with the one who has been through it all with me, Trevor. YES YOU GUYS FINALLY GET TO MEET MY BOYFRIEND. You know the big guy, with a beard, usually toting around my red props bag and the big shade screen. Yup him **heart eyes emoji**. I actually told him I was going to write this blog post and he said, “About damn time, I’ve been waiting on one.” All of my engaged couples know a bit about my relationship already, as Trevor endures some light hearted jokes at his expense about why we aren’t engaged yet and helps me demonstrate the close poses. Like most of my blog posts this one needs to be told from the beginning.
My first ever brush with Trevor was via Facebook (see first photo below for his dashing profile picture at the time). He knew I was transferring schools and upon seeing my Facebook (in all of its pubescent glory) he knew we were going to get married some day. I just didn’t know it yet. I accepted his friend request but then started talking to a friend of his (I know, I know, he won’t let me forget it either). We eventually made it back to one another but I had given my heart away (or so I thought) to another person and we parted ways again. When that relationship-fire-cracker burned the shit out of my hand, I came back and asked for a second chance. That’s when little baby Trevor and Meredith became Mevor. We went through all the drama of rumors, homecoming dress disasters, and I have sat on practically every stadium seat and bleacher in our state watching him play football and basketball. High school was fun for us because we always had each other for dances, events, and holidays, it really worked for us. We settled into routines, during the fall I went to all of his football games, during the winter he met me at different high schools to watch my debate tournaments. Freshman year of college was a different story. I felt that we needed time apart to get settled into college and see if we still really wanted to be with one another and that was a really dark time for both of us. This is going to get super mushy really quick, but without Trevor I constantly felt like I was floating a few feet off the ground and not in a romantic way but like I was constantly trying to establish my balance but I was inches away at all times, teetering between happy and settled and completely detached and upset. I went out a lot, so did Trevor. I talked to a lot of different people, so did Trevor. I didn’t really focus on myself being a good person or student, and Trevor didn’t really either.
I was on a date with a guy that I had been talking to and I remember having awful thoughts comparing him to Trevor and I ended the night sobbing into my pillow hoping that my roommate wouldn’t hear. I texted him that night, I think it was something really simple like “Are you up?” and he automatically texted me back with “What’s wrong?” and that makes my chest hurt even thinking about it. I needed him so much right then, and I guess I always have. We met up for Chipotle and it felt like pulling on those comfy jeans (the ones I have talked about before) the ones that slide right back into place and fit perfectly. The rest is a clichéd but loving story, come to think of it I am SUPER happy we started our current relationship over bowls of Chipotle and quac.
Now, we just overlook that break mostly because we are lazy and don’t want to redo all of our math and anniversary dates. Collectively we are approaching seven years, it’s a running joke that we are already married and we are the mom and dad of our friend groups. Its not entirely strange to hear our friends drunkenly calling out to “Mom and Dad” when we go out. So after seven years of being together here are ten things that will help you get to know Trevor like I do.
- He is exceptionally driven in almost all areas of his life. He has excelled academically in both high school and college. He played three sports in high school and went to college on a football scholarship. He never does one thing half assed which means when I tap out and lay on the floor after an hour of cleaning my closet he is buried waist deep in shoes I haven’t worn in two years and old volleyball t shirts.
- He (we) love good food. Right now we are really impressed with Coopers Hawk Winery on the Plaza, Luigi’s in Liberty, and a few Mexican restaurants that skim by on their health code inspections.
- He loves good socks. It is on every Christmas list he has ever given me.
- He loves to fish, and historically in our relationship I have been the one to catch the most fish and the bigger fish, however, he has now caught way more catfish than I have. Keep in mind I can still catch bluegill like NO ONES BUSINESS.
- If it is me or a pug in the room, he will choose the pug every time. Something about a smooshed-face little rollie-polie melts Trevor’s heart in a way I can only dream of accomplishing.
- He loves root beer while I think it’s the aftermath of a drain cleaning.
- He is CRAZY good at pottery. We went to a studio not to long ago and I stepped fully on the peddle which sent my little ball of mud flying right past his perfectly formed salad bowl. Like it took him literal seconds to form it and I was still scrapping mine off the art room floor.
- When we first started dating he joked one time and said my eyes were “baby shit green.” He is still apologizing for it.
- He used to be in the dance circles at prom, which horrified me, but when you have to Dougie you have to Dougie I guess.
- Throughout everything we have been through, all the drama, the fights (which we can really go at it, we like to scream), and the distance I could always count on him loving me. Even though we were so young, he loved me like we had been together for 60 years. He’s my best friend and I couldn’t do what I love without him. So here’s your blog post Trevor, you finally got one.
Until next time,