Although Tiffany met Matt in June of 2011 at a Taco Mac, there was already somewhat of a history between them. On Tiffany's first day on the job at PF Chang's, the chef hit on her. Tiffany quickly and confidently shot him down. And just as soon as she did, Tiffany's friend, who overheard the exchange, immediately said to her, “You need to marry Trivett.”
Coincidentally, not one but two of Matt’s friends, after meeting Tiffany, later told Matt that they had just met his wife.
And so Matt did what most men would do: He began to Facebook-stalk Tiffany. Her profile pic at the time was an image of her amongst camels in Egypt. And he compared this picture with his own profile pic at that time, which was a picture of himself hanging out of the car taking a picture of himself...And he remembers thinking, “This girl is way cooler than I am.”
And so at Taco Mac that night in June, Matt played it cool.
And so did Tiffany.
In the ensuing weeks and months, they went to coffee shops, attended pool parties, hiked together, played music, went jogging and rock climbing, worked out, and took road trips to Nashville and Baltimore. They even tried to write a book and a sequel together, neither of which exist today.
And in October of 2012, one evening at Matt’s parents’ cabin in Blue Ridge, Matt walked Tiffany outside to the balcony, where the stars were, as they described it to me, amazing. After watching Tiffany twirl beneath them for minutes, he brought her in close, got down on one knee, and asked for her hand in marriage.
…Which is what brings us to today, and this celebration.
photo by Erich McVey