perhaps my most favorite of all times in life is the pause after a family meal, in the time after having eating a delicious feast but before the first person breaks away to start the dishes. during those time is when the best family stories tend to emerge as we all sit around with full bellies.
one of the (infinite) joys of getting married is that you get to inherit a whole families collection of stories and cherished memories. this is a facet of marriage i didn't see coming, but that i adore. my favorite overstreet family story took place years before brandon was even in the world, and yet the story is repeated and known by everyone down the line. brandon's brother justin's middle name is trevor and like most kids, he only heard "justin trevor" when he was in trouble. when justin was young and the family cat would get into its own share of trouble, justin would apparently say "kitty trevor" associating trevor with misbehavior. i always chuckle at the remembrance of this story.
brandon and i have decided to carry on the trevor tradition and have bestowed that as a middle name for harvey. we have no reason to give him a middle name other than that we need something to say sternly when he is making bad choices. if you hear us stammer "harvey trevor!" you should know that we are having puppy problems. although we may find it hard to throw out the trevor piece without a smile emerging at the corner of our lips as we think of justin.