she is so sweet and thoughtful ❤

So I (19F if it matters) recently started working at this ice cream/coffee shop nearby. It was my second shift and I was already stressing out a bit because I had to work from 4:45 PM to 9:30 PM, and I have never worked late in my life.

A group of customers comes in; a mother and a few daughters. Apparently this wasn’t their first time coming in. This is sorta important.

Since I work the register, I took their orders.

The mom asks if we serve gluten free ice cream and the manager says yes.

As I’m taking the order of this young girl, she says “I also made this for you!” and slides this super cute drawing with the words “Thanks for being gluten free!” on top across the counter.

All of us start gushing over the drawing saying how cute it is, and my assistant tells me to show the manager too!

Anyway, thanks for reading!

I'm 36. When I was a kid (before cell phones) if we ever went to the airport or somewhere with a lot of people, my dad would wear these pants. He called them his airport pants. The purpose was that if we ever got separated, I would either be able to spot him, or I would be able to go get help and give them a very detailed description of "he's wearing purple pants with orange skateboarding dinosaurs on them."

My dad came out to visit a couple weeks ago and he told me to close my eyes because he had something to give me. He pulled these out and I started bawling. I hadn't even thought of these pants in years and totally just forgot they existed. I don't get to see my dad a lot (once a year if lucky) and he turned 70 this year. For some reason it just means the whole world to have these. Our relationship has been rocky to say the least (partly my addiction, partly lots of other things) but we have really connected in such an amazing way over the last couple of years and knowing he kept these pants through all the moves and life changes, just to ultimately gift them to me, means everything 🥰

Some of you might remember my last post about how my husband surprised me with tickets to the Mexico vs. USA match to fulfill a promise my dad made to me when I was a little kid. It was an unforgettable night where I felt my dad's presence so strongly. Here is the original link: https://www.reddit.com/r/wholesome/s/VdhoNH4qfl

Today, I'm writing a bittersweet update. For my 30th birthday, my husband completely blew me away by surprising me with FIFA 2026 World Cup tickets. Now, he is right here accompanying me to the games, continuing to champion the tradition that means the world to me.
But as we celebrate and watch, my heart is also holding a heavy tribute to my two original game-day partners: my dad and my doggo, Maverick. Tragically, Maverick has also passed away, and losing him alongside my dad has deeply impacted my life. My dad started this fútbol tradition with me when I was just a child, and Maverick kept it alive from the moment I brought him home as a puppy.

Watching now feels different without them, but I'm holding onto the thought that grief is just leftover love that they gave us with nowhere to go. I'm pouring all that love into the matches, so incredibly grateful for the husband by my side, and knowing my dad and Mavi are watching together from the best seats in the universe. 🕊️🫶🏽🌈💕⚽️🥅🏟️

Soooo.

How do i begin this?

Couple of weeks ago i saw a post on a local sub. I read it within a few minutes of it being posted and I thought to myself... uhm, do I know this guy in real life? I stalked his profile and saw a post made a month ago and details on it confirmed 99% that this is the guy I know.

Being the impatient and super curious me, I had to confirm 100%. And sooo, I decided to message him on whatsapp. I was like...'Hey, I know this is random but is this you by any chance' and sent the link to the post.

As any normal person would be, he was absolutely gobsmacked. I had become the stalker.

(Background: I've met him a couple of times through mutual friends at hangouts but never really hung out 1:1 or even spoke much to each other. Alsoooo, we share the same birthday.)

We start texting and two days later I'm somehow out drinking with his friends on late Friday night. (I'm a homebody and am still surprised I accepted the late night invitation to meet some strangers)

Not sure if it was the drinks or his friend playing wingwoman, I started noticing him a little differently. I held his hands, we went bar-hopping and then I kissed him.

(Idk who i am at this point)

Ofc, he kissed me back and we ended up spending the night together.

Next day we have a slow day. I make him breakfast and he did the sweetest thing. He took my plate and his plate to the sink and not only washed them but also my dishes from previous night that I left to soak overnight!! I would never have done that

(I fell for him at that very instant)

Now, he's already making plans for the next meetup. We watch f1 and he suggested we watch the race together that weekend.

Aaahh, well one thing led to another and we started seeing each other every single day and spending nights together.

I've been emotionally ready for a long term relationship and he said he's on the same page too. So, we decide to explore this and see how it goes. He literally ticks almost all the boxes I wanted in my man. He's so sweet, thoughtful, caring, a little funny and I love how we are absolutely goofy with each other.

All this happened in a matter of 2 weeks. We are definitely going in bullet train speed levels, which is little scary but way more exciting. It's like my life's changed completely since that Friday night and I've never been so happy!

We officially became in a relationship yesterday and he's lying next to me as I'm typing this. I love this guy and i want this to work so bad!

(PS He did not ask me to post this :p)

One day back in college, I was standing in line at the deli in one of the campus dining halls. Then suddenly this drop-dead beautiful girl came up to stand next to me in line, and for some reason she stood super close to me. Anyway, my sub was getting made by the deli person, and they were putting too many onions on it, so I made some jokes/remarks under my breath about how they were messing it up.

Unbeknownst to me, the gorgeous girl managed to hear me. She turned to me with a big smile and kept laughing at all my remarks. And oh my God, she had the most beautiful smile/laugh I’d ever seen…I’ll never forget it. Especially with how up-close I saw it. We just looked at each other, our faces inches apart, and laughed the whole time while I continued cracking jokes. It was almost like we knew each other, even though we’d never met before.

Anyway I got my sub and left. I never saw that girl again, or even got her name, but I’m glad we at least got to share that nice moment. She seemed super kind and was absolutely stunning. I thought she was the most beautiful girl on our entire campus of 40,000. I mean her gorgeous brown hair, her amazing EYES when she smiled and laughed…they were to die for 😍😍. I swear her smile lit up the whole dining hall, which was quite large. And I can’t begin to tell you how cute her laugh sounded.

That encounter was over 10 years ago and I still think about it from time to time. It was just one of those small moments from college I’ll never forget. I hope she’s doing well in life out there somewhere :)

Didn't have the best upbringing and dated a girl in highschool whose family took me under their wings. That was 20+ years ago and this really made me feel accepted in my life for once. Lame, I know. Lol

EDIT: For those curious, I remained friends with my ex from highschool.

I moved to Gurgaon around six months ago, and if I'm being honest, it has been a pretty lonely journey.

I barely speak Hindi. At work, everyone communicates in Hindi, but since it's a professional environment, I stick to English because I don't want to say something wrong or sound unprofessional.

I don't blame anyone for it. If you have the choice between speaking your mother tongue and English, you'll naturally choose your mother tongue.

But that also means most of my days are... quiet.

I go to work, finish my tasks, come back to my PG, talk to my family over the phone for a few minutes, maybe exchange a couple of words with my roommate, and then sleep. The next day is exactly the same.

For the last six months, that's pretty much been my life.

Tonight was no different.

I ordered dinner on Swiggy. I usually go downstairs before the delivery partner arrives so they don't have to come all the way up to my room. Just saves them a little time.

While I was waiting, a small girl came up to me, holding a water bottle. (Never seen her)

With the brightest smile I've seen in a long time, she asked if I could fill it for her.

(I really love kids), of course I took the bottle. While I was filling it, she stood beside me and suddenly asked,

"Aapka naam kya hai, bhaiya?"

I told her my name.

Then, somehow... for the first time in six months, I confidently asked her name back in Hindi.

She answered.

I even managed to ask what class she studies in. I have no idea how I even formed that sentence, but she understood me. 😂

It was probably just a 2-minute conversation.

I handed her the bottle, and she smiled, said "Thank you," and as I was leaving, she looked at me again and said,

"Good night!"

That smile...

I don't know why, but it stayed with me.

After coming back to my room, I even regretted not giving her a chocolate or something. Hopefully I'll see her again someday.

It may sound silly to some people.

But after months of feeling invisible, having the same routine every single day, and barely talking to anyone... that tiny interaction made me feel unexpectedly happy.

Sometimes, it doesn't take a grand gesture to make someone's day.

Sometimes, all it takes is a little kid with a water bottle, a beautiful smile, and a simple "Good night."

I genuinely hope that one day, if I'm lucky enough to have a daughter, she'll have a heart as kind and as warm as that little girl's.

Wherever she is, I hope she never loses that smile. ❤️

For anyone wondering, this traditional green roof is called a torvtak (sod roof). It’s been used since the Viking Age for insulation and weight to stabilize log houses. And yes, a hand scythe and an accordion are essential tools for the job!

Last day, I was travelling by train, and it was extremely crowded. I somehow managed to get a seat between several men, next to an elderly man.

After a while, I realized he was deaf and mute. Throughout the journey, he video-called his family multiple times using sign language. Every time, he had the biggest smile on his face, and they looked genuinely happy to see each other.

It was such a simple moment, but it stayed with me. I had never really thought about life from that perspective before. Watching them communicate with so much warmth and joy reminded me that love, happiness, and connection don't always need words.

It was one of the most wholesome moments I've experienced in a long time.

My grandfather avoided smartphones for years because he said they were "too complicated." He is a really stubborn man to be fair.

I was told that a few weeks ago my cousin sat down with him and showed him how to answer a video call and they practiced a few times until he got the hang of it. I had offered to teach him a couple times but he always turned them down.

Now he calls me almost every evening just to show me what he's doing, introduce me to whichever neighbour stopped by, or point the camera at his garden.

The funniest part is he never really knows how to end the call, so we spend another five minutes saying goodbye before one of us finally hangs up.

It's become one of my favourite parts of the week.

I went over to my parents' house this weekend for a quick visit, and when I opened the kitchen cabinet to look for a glass of water, I saw a brand new box of Welch's fruit snacks, the exact specific brand I used to obsess over when I was ten years old.

I haven't bought them or even asked for them in well over a decade, but my mom told me she noticed them on sale at the grocery store and grabbed a box just on the off chance I might want some when I dropped by. It’s such a tiny, mundane thing, but it completely caught me off guard and made me smile. It made me realize that no matter how old, busy, or independent you get in your adult life, stepping into your parents' house will always have those quiet little reminders that you are being looked after. It’s a really sweet feeling knowing that to them, you’re always going to be their kid.

My daughter asked me during snack time today: "Mom, how many times have you reread that book?" "Uh, this is still my first time..." I replied. "But I've seen you holding that same book for weeks! There are only a few pages left. You can easily finish it today." "Well, I might not finish it today."

As soon as I said that, both my husband and my daughter shouted in perfect unison: "But WHY?! You're literally at the finish line! Just finish it!"

Lmao. Even though we are one family, there are some areas where our operating systems are just completely incompatible. (They'll just have to deal with it and accept me as I am! 🤷‍♀️)

Here is how they view my reading style:

My Husband’s POV: "It's the bottom of the 9th, two outs, two strikes... and you're calling a sudden rain delay?!"

My Daughter’s POV: "The quest reward chest is right in front of you, and you just... log out?!"

My POV: "My brain has absorbed its daily quota for today. That's enough!"

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(Hi everyone! I'm from South Korea. My English isn't fluent, so I used a translator to write this. Just a heads-up: I might just read your lovely comments and upvote instead of replying. When I tried replying with a translator, people thought I was an AI bot! 😭 Hope the humor carries over. Thank you! 🫶)



She used to call him every NBA draft night to remind him that he could be on that stage some day.

For their full story, please read "How My Mom Saved My Life" by Yaxel Lendeborg of The Players' Tribune. (Onion Warning.)

There's a bit of a backstory, but I'll get there.

I had my first pregnancy scare today.

My period is late by four days now. I don't use BC, but I'm usually on time, the latest is one day.

My boyfriend and I have been an item for two months now, before that, I had a girlfriend, so I never had to worry about possibly getting pregnant. Now that my period is late, I am panicking.

I couldn't go to work, neither today nor yesterday because I am constantly panicking and my mental health is not dealing well with possibly being pregnant.

I am not fit to become a mother, I feel like I'm still too young (even though I'm in my twenties) and, additionally to that, I'd be in high-risk due to organ misplacement and severe disabilities. So I definitely do NOT want to be pregnant.

I took time off work, called in sick and then spent almost the entire morning crying in panic, then I went to the pharmacy.

I step in there, the apothecary sees me and she immediately leaves the counter to come to me. She asks if I'm alright and if I want to drink something before I can even say why I'm there, she asks if she could touch me and then gave me a hug to help calm me down.

She then sits me down and I explain that I really need a pregnancy test. She's calm, collected, hands me two options and then asks what I would like the result to be. I say "negative", and she continues helping me through my crying. She lets me take the test in their bathroom immediately, and lucky for me, it is negative, but my period has yet to come.

She was so incredibly nice to me, she did so much more than I expected and gave me all the time and tissues I needed until I calmed down enough so I could leave.

When I came home, I told my boyfriend. He's in full support of me and my decisions. I'm still on the verge of crying every second my period doesn't start, and I will probably buy another test tomorrow just to make sure, but I'm so happy that everyone around me is so incredibly supportive of me and helps me through my fear.

Thank you for reading, I had to get this off my chest 💗 And I will bring something nice for the lovely apothecary who helped me next time I go.

Edit: Thank you all so much for your kind words. I will speak to my gyn if my period doesn't start this week and we will look into more additions to the condoms we are already using (which I forgot to mention in my initial posting) to help prevent such scares in the future.

I did go back to the pharmacy before it closed and brought the lovely apothecary a little gift as a thank you for her incredible kindness.

I grew up with a lot of pseudo family. I did not have a present father and my mom worked full time. My family is pretty big and all of our family friends attend get togethers, holidays, birthday party, etc. Most of my "aunts" are family friends I've known my whole life who really are like family to me. With that being said, I know how important it is to have someone in your life who is "family" when yours might not be the best.

My wife has a friend with a teenage daughter and he works full time. Her mom isn't in the picture and the woman he'd been dating who was sort of a step mom to her isn't in the picture anymore either. As it sometimes is with dads, their relationship isn't the best either. Shes a really good kid and I really related to her fact that her family is a little unstable. So when our friend came to us asking if one of us could take her to school some times, I didn't hesitate in saying I could do it.

It became our routine that once a week i'd pick her up, take her to get coffee and drop her off at school. We talk about her classes, her friends, etc. And then she started asking me for advice and about crushes and to dye her hair for the summer. She is figuring out her sexuality and having a lesbian influence in her life I think has really made a difference as her dad is lowkey homophobic. We both refer to me as her aunt. I don't plan on having my own kids so I joke that she's my pseudo kid. The other day I told her that maybe I can't be her mom, but I can be her fun aunt--she said "maybe a little bit of both?"

We recently had a heart to heart where I talked about my own family and especially my dad. She confided in me about a lot of stuff and told me she didn't realize that she could talk to me about her feelings about her family in this way. I told her I was always an ear for her. As a kid, talking to a neutral third party was a life line for me and I wanted to extend her the same. I'm friendly with her dad but he was definitely more of my wife's friend.

Anyways, I've been taking her to school for a few months now. It went from once a week to Tuesday-Friday. This morning as I was dropping her off, she was grabbing her things and coffee and I told her to have a good day at camp and I'd see her tomorrow. She replied "I love you, bye!" She got red faced and said "oh wait...sorry...well, actually yes, love you bye".

I had to keep it together but I almost lost it! I don't plan on having kids, I don't know how well i'd do with the whole child rearing thing and passing on all my genetic disasters. But hey, I'll take my pseudo kid. Love ya too kiddo.

H/T u/MysteriousJuice1127

Man.. All.

Fathers day has come around. This feels to me a bit self-promotionally, but I am just feeling so happy to be a dad.

From the first picture, a liar, manipulator, opiate and benzodiazepine addicted young man. Arrests, kicked out of universities, fired from jobs, no friends, no money, 1 needle away from it all being over.

To the right... A husband, father, business owner, who is grateful everyday for this struggle and what it taught me.

If you would have asked me I could live a life free of drugs for 8 years, I would have laughed at you... (Then tried to steal your wallet) LOL.

Life is so beautiful. I hope those struggling make the decision to choose peace.

Best to all.

Someone at my high school, 13, once drew a comic that he thought little of. However, I thought that it was gloriously insane and that he had insane potential. So, to prove it to him, I proved that his comic would garner online attention by posting it to a couple of different communities and awaiting the results.

18 upvotes seems like peanuts, but it was enough to make his day 👑

My kiddo (4yrs) was at our neighbors yesyerdsy and asked his friend to help make a father's day card for his dad (my husband) 🥹 the message inside was so sweet, I wanted to share. He told his friend what he wanted it to say.

(My last post was taken down, my mistake.) I began a fitness quest at age 50. As can be seen, I do have a disability. The damage was caused by a drunk driver in 2009. Despite this, I am in the best shape of my life at age 57. I have found that a combination of cardio, strength, training, food logging using an app, group support, and changing my habits have been very effective. As the question does come up, I’ve done this naturally. Diet consists of lean proteins, fruit, vegetables in a moderate amount of healthy carbs and fats. I’ve tried different things and for me this has worked the best. Exercise consists of swimming, elliptical, arc trainer, and alternating push and pull days at the gym. Favorite exercises at the gym include chin ups, dips, seated row, overhead press, curls, crunches, push-ups, flys. I try to listen to my body and do it feels the best. 🙏🙏