My father had a unique and effective method of punishment, and I've thanked him for it at every opportunity.

If we misbehaved, the default punishment was no TV or computer privileges for a week. This could be anything from name-calling to lying to refusing to walk the dog. A week without entertainment.

But here's the cool part. We would be absolved of our crimes if we created some work of art for him. He'd accept drawings, or songs, or even dance routines, as long as they weren't half-a**ed. They all started out terrible, but over time all of us kids developed a real interest in our endeavors and went on to become pretty damn decent. I've been going to school on a piano scholarship for two years and my sister is a talented ballet dancer.

But the best part is that my dad saved all the work we did over the years and has folders and folders of paintings and drawings along with hours of videotaped performances. My mom says he goes through his collection many times a year.

Thanks, dad.

We went to pick up our puppy and while I was getting pup settled in the back of the car, I look back and see my guy bent down and thanking the mama dog, promising her we would take care of her baby.

Been married over 15 years now.

My ex boyfriend/childhood sweetheart snuck out of his house, and walked 3 miles to the local science museum, bought a ticket with half his 3rd grade life savings, attempted to purchase the *pink prince Rupert glass droplet earrings with the other half of his savings for the year, found out they ran out of the pink ones, karen-ed his way to the equivalent of the CEO of the museum to demand they restock the pink ones ASAP because my birthday was in a month, and ended up, of course, having his parents called on him to pick him up after getting a glassworking lesson and making a custom, barbie pink set for me instead of the normal hot pink. 
This stunt was entirely because my mom insisted I get the orange earrings to match my complexion, but he knew that I needed the pink for my personality at the end of a nerdy kid science playdate. Mind you, this is a 10yo boy who is disgusted by romance at this point. He did this all in the name of autistic rules of friendship.
He dumped me in highschool after his dad took away his autism & PTSD meds, in which he decided to self medicate with m**h as a last resort and not involve me. 
When he had $10 to his name, he figured out how to give me $20.
Dude, if you see this, I still wear those earrings. I hope, wherever you are, that you are loved.