Wedding Day

Union Pine

Reception

Ceremony

Fall

Our Wedding

Anyone heard the saying that ends with “…a bee in the bonnet”? Maybe it went like, “yada, yada, yada, then I got a bee in my bonnet and ended up in Venezuela hawking coffee beans for studio time firing pottery.“ That might be a bit excessive, but one thing I have learned is that Camille sure gets a lot of those bees. Now, I may act nonchalant and/or play down the theory of fate, but there was a particular bee in this chick’s bonnet that I am certainly grateful for. It was the year 2012, and that summer was officially declared “the summer of Camille” by Camille. A bee flew in this chick’s bonnet that was so big that it sent her to Palm Springs to purchase a 1970 Cadillac Hearse and drive that sucker back to Portland. Lucky for me, I lived about half way between Palm Springs and Portland in Sacramento California. On Camille’s way back to the Pacific Northwest in Clementine (the hearse), knowing she had a small crew in Sacramento where she could tie one on, gas up, and grab a nap, the stars were beginning to to align and we both had no clue.    Summer days in Sacramento tended to end up at the river with a rack of colds, music blaring, and the sweet anticipation of something, if anything, good or bad, just some damn thing. I remember the day I met Camille for the first time. She was at the Sacramento River, just west of Paradise Beach, Hanging with Conk, nursing a bottle of Jameson, a PBR, and blaring the Descendents. She had me at Sour Grapes! I’m not lying, some of you might not know, but I am a music snob. I’m the kind of guy that marries a woman if she plays a band I like! Just kidding…..kind of. Anyway, it was the best thing to walk up to after a day of framing houses in Davis CA when it’s like 101 degrees out. I remember the awkward laughs, catching each other’s eye at certain times, and booze infused confidence. I remember I was super sun tanned and peeling from previous sun burns. Camille started peeling off my peeling flesh and that was all she wrote. Sounds cheesy but our first physical touch was Camille peeling my sunburned flesh…….Super hot ☺️. Then she left. Back to Portland, but I got her number! We would text and chat ever so often. After a few months of that she invited me up to Portland to visit. The rest is dust in the wind. I got the hell out of Sac Town, Camille bought her first house, I moved in and we spent (8) years fixing that place up and raising our (4) Legged son Brody. Camille became a Paramedic, I went to Engineering School, and then we decided to move on up…….to the East Side where we live in what might possibly be our dream home in South East Portland! Somewhere in that time I mustered up the courage to ask this broad to marry me and here we are! Camille is in an accelerated nursing program, and we are squeezing this wedding in between finals. Have we not learned!!! In the famous words of some one…….”F#*@ it! These kids will always land on their feet.” Anyway, I have digressed. Thank you for reading our story.    -James

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Camille & James

Camille & James

C&J

Wedding Day

4:30 PM–10:00 PM

Reception

5:00 PM–5:30 PM

Ceremony