"You're Sure to fall in love with old Cape Cod' Weddings
First Encounter Beach Eastham -Weddings on Cape Cod Bay
Alex and Kate Share a kiss at Chatham Bars Inn
If you spend an evening you'll want to stay
Watching the moonlight on Cape Cod Bay
You're sure to fall in love with old Cape Cod
So many of the couples that choose to marry on Cape Cod have some connection to this beautiful place.
Some of them are lucky to call Cape Cod home like Kristin ande Greg in the photo above. They married a year ago at the Red Jacket Resort in Yarmouth
This Cape Cod Wedding Celebrant and her husband are blessed to live in Brewster where we have one blinking traffic light in the whole town. Things haven't changed much since Patti Page sang about quaint little villages, winding roads,lobster stew and the moonlight over Cape Cod Bay- spend an evening you'll want to stay. Jiri and Iveta came all the way from Prague in the Czech Republic to wed at Crosby Beach in Brewster.
Twenty- five years ago my husband, David and I, did just that. We spent our honeymoon evenings on Cape Cod Bay and years later we decided to stay.
This past year I received a call from a darling bride, Heather Shea, who asked if I was available on June 16th to preside over her 'Bloomsday' ceremony in P-town. I was and she was excited that I knew what Bloomsday was. It turned out that her fiance had done his dissertation on James Joyce’s Ulysses. She went on to say that the wedding was being held at her parents inn. We were both blown away when she said that it was the Watermark Inn- that is where my husband and I honeymooned in June of 1988.
Now I have to back -up for you who are scratching their heads about the Bloomsday comment. For you who aren't James Joyce fans, suffice it to say, I had a great time writing and reading in my Irish brogue,
a stream- of- consciousness poem for Heather and Michael.
A Bit Bloomsday:June 16th, 2012
With this little bit of history I ‘d like to formally welcome Mike Bryne and Heather Shea to this Bloomsday wedding celebration day with this beautiful bride and her brilliant groom as they make fast the ties that bind. We find ourselves gathered here at the Watermark Inn, the summer dwelling place of the Family Shea, and imagine a time before, miles away, on another distant shore, a red-haired lad listened to a siren song on an Island Long. As far off but on the same coast east a flaxen haired beauty fair wandered the beaches of Cape Cod Bay cheeks blushed with salt –spray and the scent of rosa ragosa, beach plum lipped, hair tipped with white gold from sea and sun , Even as wee ones the call of the tides the shifting sands of time and fate were drawing them closer unbeknownst to either of them their paths would indeed cross on yet another island of Manhattan and lead them here to this moment in time
and they, like so many lucky couples, would be led to wed on Old Cape Cod and someday they too, may spend an evening and want to stay.