Dale and I moved into a really rundown condo, and decided with a little bit of help, we could fix it up ourselves for cheap. Well after remodeling our entire condo for 8 months straight, it really started to put a strain on our relationship. 

One night after finishing up, he walked over to me, and gave me a small little box. Inside was a locket that had been broken for years that my grandmother had given to me, fixed up. Underneath was a note, that read, "Fixing up this run down place isn't as important to me as fixing up your heart." I dont think I've ever been so awed.