Our Story
Our Story
Trevor is incredibly present in every aspect of my life. He has this incredible superpower to make people feel seen and heard. And it's not in the way he listens, but it's in the way he assures. He is patient and kind, and somehow has enough love leftover to pour into each and every person around him.
I remember our first date. He took me to a Chinese restaurant in our college town. He was a regular, and I’ll never forget the look on his face when the host brought out a side of dumplings – on the house. That same day, he told me he loved me. And the crazy thing – I had barely known him, and I said it right back.
I remember when he got his first real job. He was taking the CPA while commuting from San Francisco to Palo Alto. He had this shit hole of a car that he loved more than anything. The handle broke off, and the window didn’t work, and once we nearly broke down with smoke coming out of the back. I thought for sure we’d catch on fire.
I remember living in his sister’s apartment. We slept on her twin bed stacked over a pile of wooden crates. I also remember the apartment shortly after that. We slept on rented bed sheets that had the print of a tiger’s face on them. There were community showers, linoleum floors, and way, way too many roaches.
And New York. The first city I ever felt was mine. Our tiny railroad apartment changed my life. It’s where we beat Covid. It’s where friends became family. It’s where we went to the courthouse over two years ago to become Domestic Partners. New York is hard to love sometimes. If not for the rats and the $25 cocktails. It can wear down even the best of us. But once in a while, you find yourself looking at the city’s skyline, remembering why you fell in love all those years ago.
Why We Eloped
In April of 2022, Trevor quit his job to start his own accounting firm. I watched him pour so much love, energy, and care into his work, his team, and his clients. During that time, we decided to become Domestic Partners – and went to the New York County Courthouse to make it official.
When we got married in May of 2024, it only felt right to go back to the same courthouse that brought us so much joy the first time around.
This time, hand-in-hand, we brought our immediate families. My dad paced back and forth down the hallway, waiting for our number to be called. My mom took photos on her iPhone 7, and despite me asking her not to zoom in, I saw her little fingers pinch away at the screen. Trevor’s parents, my in-laws Jill and Mike, sat patiently, quietly, smiling ear-to-ear – just like him.
Golden Diner
We’re in our late 20s, so we’re going to a lot of weddings. Our calendars are booked; our travel is planned. And no matter the place or the people saying ‘I do’, our favorite part is always the food.
Trevor didn’t want anything too fancy, and I didn’t want to poke my fork through a bland dish of mashed potatoes and steamed broccoli. We opted for something we both love: breakfast. And if you’re in New York on a Saturday at 1 pm, there’s only one place to go: Golden Diner.
On our wedding day, we served tuna melts, pancakes, and fried chicken, and I wouldn’t have had it any other way.
What’s Next
Trevor and I have created an amazing life together. He has taught me how to stand still. To put my phone down at the table. To not give away the ending of a movie. And that despite my deepest cravings for the hottest, newest thing – a $30 watch and a $300 watch tell the same time.
At the end of this year, Trevor and I are moving back to the west coast. We’re excited to be closer to family, to slow down, maybe get a dog, maybe have a few kids – who knows!