For me, it would have to be the way my husband proposed. He wrote a song about how we met that he sang while playing guitar, down on one knee in the snow and sleet and ice of Christmas Day, 2002 in the heart of Central Park. The last line of the song was "Will you marry me?" I obviously said yes! And he doesn't even have the greatest voice, but he knows that, and that made it even cuter. Second to that is of course anytime he changes our daughter's diaper. SWOON.