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We've given you the deets on where some of our favorite celebs have wed and where they've spent their honeymoons, as well -- now it's time for round two. Considering Hollywood couples' infamous inability to stay hitched, they certainly go all out for their nuptials! From gorgeous castles to beachside resorts, we're bringing you a photo gallery of the beautiful hotels where stars have said "I do." And fortunately, everyone on our list is still married - even if its only been a couple weeks of wedded bliss! Check out the five hotels we can now add to our list.

-- Jane Reynolds, Oyster.com

We've never seen Post-It Notes used like this before!

A Denver man wrote "I love you" on 8,000 yellow Post-Its and wallpapered his girlfriend's apartment with them. Then, he used colored Post-Its to spell "I love you" and "Will you marry me?" on the walls.

The man's mother sent photos of the proposal to local news station KUSA Wednesday, including a photo of her son holding a pice of paper that said "I asked," and his bride-to-be holding a sign that said, "I said yes!"

Watch the video above to see the sticky (but sweet) proposal.

For some, the best way to pop the question is to not say a word at all. One man proposed to his boyfriend earlier this year by filming himself holding signs explaining why he loves him.

Click through the slideshow below to see our picks for the best proposals of all time.

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When I got married last October, all I heard were variants of “This is your day. It’s all about you.” These messages made me uncomfortable, both because they promoted entering a weird bridal vortex of solipsism and because, as the wedding drew near, it became clear that this was pretty much entirely untrue. In the best possible way, our wedding wasn’t about us—it was stitched together from what all three sides of our family (two being mine, since my parents are divorced) wanted and valued. It was about honoring thousands of years of Jewish tradition and providing some nachas, the Yiddish term for parental joy, to our parents, grandparents, and other assorted relatives and guests. The most basic parental dictum we heeded was no shellfish and no meat to meet my parents’ dietary restrictions, even though neither my husband nor I keep kosher or are vegetarians. If I had my druthers, might I have wanted a raw bar and beef short ribs as the entrée? Probably. But I decided to cut my losses on that one, and never regretted it.

Today June 19, 2013 marks the day my mother and father would have been married to each other for 47 years. My dad passing in May 2011 robbed them of year 46 and 47. They essentially lived together longer than they lived apart. They weathered every type of life event as a team, as a unit (albeit not always agreeing on everything) and tackled their experiences as a collective force. It is still hard for my mother to live on this planet without the comfort and mere physical presence of my father. Their relationship has also made me look at my own marriage and that of my contemporaries and wonder whether my union stands up to the same rigorous and unfaltering standards.

I think my parents (and so many of their generation) got married for very different reasons than so many of us do today. They were bound by this sense of duty and commitment to uphold the traditions of their families. I don't think they had much choice in the matter and yet, as several of their friends and even close relatives threw in the towel in the early 80′s, my parents remained solid, strong and committed. It was almost as though they were tethered to each other through some sort of magnetic attraction. Believe me their marriage was full of flaws and yet being married 14 years I now see their love much more clearly. I now have such a deeper appreciation for their ability to remain so convicted and allied to one another -- through periods that would test the endurance of any relationship.

I watched my mother sit by my father's hospital bedside for hours on end during his final days just singing to him in the hopes that perhaps he'd be able to hear her. And in those moments that seemed like the purest of love transpiring between them I also remembered the darker moments when they fought and seemed at such opposite ends of the spectrum that no amount of love could possibly bind them back to one another. Yet they stayed together for 45 years despite the differences and challenges their relationship held. I think back to when those dark moments seemed as though they'd envelop my parents whole and break them apart and how their allegiance to one another never wavered. Their devotion to one another has forced me to look at my own marriage and whether it too could sustain a lifetime.

I wonder if my marriage has the same longevity and do we even regard marriage and our loyalty to it in the same fierce way our parents did ?

I had promised myself I wouldn’t become one of “those” brides. The ones on the TV shows that my mom calls me to complain about.