Sometime in the 13th century, according to various myths, couples and coupling were discouraged by the Catholic Church.
Until a priest named Valentine not only quietly supported them, he gave love a stamp of approval by marrying them.
Eventually Emperor Claudius II found out and, in order to cut off this radical activity, cut off Valentine’s head.
But he was too late. Couples and coupling spread across the world, the Catholic Church caved and crowned Valentine a saint, and here we are nine centuries and 8 billion people later attending celebrations of love every day of the year.
Since I first saw you across the room at a beer hall, I knew that you were someone I wanted to know intimately.
St. Valentine was one very smart, loving guy.
I choose you today, right now, and every day, every moment ever after.
That legend and tradition explains why one smart, loving coupe chose Valentine’s Day for their wedding.
You bring out the best in me, and I admire the best of you.
This couple from Queens, NY looked for a venue midway between their family homes of Pennsylvania and Virginia.
I promise to support you, to be patient with you, to love and hold you, not because I want those things in return, but because to take care of you is one of the utmost pleasures of my existence.
They decided on Baltimore’s American Visionary Art Museum, a museum whose main feature is a 15 foot high poodle, amid other fun and somewhat goofy displays.
You make me laugh unexpectedly and consistently. I promise not to bring home a new pet without discussing it with you first, even if that discussion is a polite formality.
Which might also describe the people who came to share the day with the couple.
Knock knock
who’s there
beaver
beaver who
beaver i get to my actual vows, …
You see, the groom is an artist, not to mention writer, coder, podcaster. And the bride is a writer and design publicist. That is why the room was filled with Rhode Island School of Design graduates and other creative types. One couple was dressed as 18th century English royalty, including wigs. A guy wore a jacket composed of different colored hearts (Valentine’s Day – get it?). A sister wore a hairpin with a flying pig, because, well, you know.
I promise to watch lots of good, bad, and terrible movies with you. Except the horror movies – in those cases, I promise to quietly hang out in the other room.
This couple had no intention of conducting a somber “til death do us part” kind of event, although life commitment was there, just in current vernacular. The wedding was to be non-traditional and fun, informal and fun, emotional and… fun.
I promise to stand patiently while you pet every dog within reach.
And that’s exactly the kind of day it was. The wedding party’s walk down the aisle included dancing, skipping, trotting, everything but walking. There was no minister, just a longtime friend of the couple who offered laughs and insights. The couples’s vows were soft and sweet and funny and dear.
I swear this to you: If you’re blind, I’ll be your eyes. If you’re deaf, I’ll be your ears. If you can’t walk, I’ll get you where you need to go.
Then, just as the Valentine’s Day, 2026 was winding down, someone smelled smoke, which inspired the crowd, including the DJ, to take the joy outside while the Baltimore Fire Department checked the inside. The firefighters’ “No Fire – No Problem” pronouncement triggered more celebration: of St. Valentine, the Baltimore Fire Department and, most memorably, the love of Korwin and Robyn.
Knock knock
who’s there
olive
olive who
olive you.