the wedding // home part four

The morning of my friend Lydia’s wedding dawned bright and early. We were out of the house running errands and testing Jamie’s no-coffee-in-the-morning limits. I lasted until lunch time, although I may or may not have been a good sport about it.

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We went to one of my favorite shopping centers, Bridgeport, and got crepes and coffee. How sophisticated. As I was taking a picture of my food, Rochelle told me to make sure I got my (tortoise shell Ray-Ban) glasses in the picture so no one would doubt that I am a hipster.
Way to call me out, high school BFF.

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Being proper girls, we took a couple hours to get ready for the wedding. I decided to do the unthinkable and actually use a curling iron in my hair.

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I got the dress at Target. It is amazing–super classy, fun, sporty, and sexy at the same time.

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A thought the road trip was pretty boring.

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The wedding was super beautiful, and so very Lydia. She and her husband dance. A lot. So you can image how incredible the whole night was. From the dance down the isle to the first dance at the reception, not to mention the extremely talented guests. I am so impressed and proud of the woman that Lydia has become and am so happy for her new adventure with Tuan.
I met Lydia in ninth grade. We had mutual friends and over the year we all got closer and closer until we were basically inseparable. Even after starting college, Lydia and I hung out the most over breaks and were always able to make time for each other. She was always down for a good time, or willing to offer some super loving and honest advice. Her college experience brought out her outgoing nature and she has become such an incredible person that I’m very bummed I live so far away from her.

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Appropriately located in a ballroom, their reception was fabulous and far too short for how much fun it was. The food was delicious, the open bar somewhat utilized by these lightweights, and once again, the dancing was out of this world.

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These were not all mine. I promise.

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With the beautiful bride.

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My amazing ladies, what a weekend it was. From happy/sad tears and important conversations, to more laughs than I could ever count, I am so glad that I was able to come out for this much-too-fast weekend. To Rochelle and Colin, thank you so much for letting me stay in your beautiful home and I can’t wait to meet your next little one, coming soon! To Mikaela, you are BEAUTIFUL inside and out. Believe. To Lydia, thank you so much for inviting me and I hope that our next weekend adventure will have more of you in it. Love in such a way that the person you love feels free. Give your 110% into being selfless and you cannot fail. Put God first in everything. I love you.

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My trip home was longer than expected. It involved missing pilots, boarding the same plane multiple times, and row companions who were mad into PDA. I rolled into my bed at around three AM.

I sometimes wish that home was closer, or that home was here. I sometimes wish that my family had never moved and that Portland was my forever. But everything happens for a reason. I never would have known San Diego. I never would have known my friends there. I never would have gotten the curiosity about southern California out of my system. I never would have moved to North Carolina. I wouldn’t know the people I know now, or have had the adventures I have had now.
Nostalgia isn’t always accurate. There are good days and bad days in your favorite places and the glow of the past sometimes makes it seem perfect. If you can learn to live in today and enjoy the life that you have right now, your life will soar and your home will be wherever you are.

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Until next time,
❀
Jamie

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#bestbirthdayever // home part three

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Day Three of my weekend back home.
I had never met my friend Rochelle’s daughter before, so it was really special and exciting to be there for her first birthday party. I took on the task of photographing the event.
We spent the morning doing some last minute shopping for the party and the wedding the next day. A had literally just started walking before I arrived on Thursday.

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Girl after my own heart–playing with dinosaurs.

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This is Mikaela’s not-so-little one. She has more energy than anyone else alive.

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Until next time,
❀
Jamie

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portland and powell’s // home part two

Visiting home after being away for as good as six years is remarkably the same as coming down from college on summer break. Everything is similar but you know it will never be the same. Everyone is a little older and wiser and your life experiences are now separate from one another. And yet your best friends drop back into rhythm with you and you with them and it’s almost like no time has passed, except that your stories now involve other people instead of each other and you find out new things as well is rediscover old things you have just forgotten.
My girlfriends and I were incredibly close in high school. We had slumber parties every weekend and rarely missed a church event together. We went to camp together, played in the worship band together, and sometimes fought together. Being back in Portland, my adopted home, with some of the best humans the world could offer, was so phenomenal and heart healing.

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I arrived really late on Thursday night. We drove into downtown Portland to make it there by lunch time on Friday and my friend Rochelle took us to a hot spot by Portland State University where she used to work and each lunch all of the time.

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This is Mikaela. She is wonderful. In middle school she danced on tables and scared the shy Jamie and Rochelle. We all befriended each other in high school and then Mike and I went on to be roommates my first year in university.

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Holy deliciousness to thai food in Portland. Also, Rochelle used to be the pickiest eater known to mankind, but on this trip she was the one who suggested Thai. Way to blow our minds, Roachel.

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After lunch we walked over to Powell’s book store. It is literally the size of a city block and four stories tall. Um hi, hours and hours spent looking at new and used books with friends? Yes please! We met up with our friend Jennifer at the coffee shop, spent a long time catching up, and then perused probably the entire store before we left.

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I bought this journal for myself, plus a mug and a couple gifts. We caught a trolley after leaving Powell’s to go try the most fabulous hipster ice cream on the most trendy street I have ever seen in my life. There was a donut shop for grown-ups, to give you an idea, which is in direct juxtaposition to Voodoo Donuts–a tourist and sometimes local staple. Look it up–you won’t be disappointed.

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Oh my Salt & Straw, how delicious and trendy you are, with your tattooed ice cream scoopers and weirdly named flavors. Never fear, you can order online, but be prepared to order in bulk and to pay handsomely for it.
Worth it.

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After some selfies and saying farewell to Jenny, the girls and I drove back to Rochelle’s where we got ready for our friend Lydia’s bachelorette party.

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We ate Italian food and were serenaded by an accordionist. Lydia shared tales from her relationship with her fiancΓ© and we drank wine. Rochelle, Mikaela and I then turned in early because they are both moms of young children and my body-clock was three hours ahead on east coast time.

If you want to see a fantastic cake smash from the #bestbirthdayever, I will post that really soon here!

Until next time,
❀ Jamie