Eight years together. Countless flights. And I just found out my husband actually loves the cookies he’s been giving me all this time.
When we first started dating, I mentioned how much I liked those airline Biscoff cookies. He travels a lot for work, and after every trip, he’d come home with a pack for me. Every single time. I always assumed he didn’t care for them and was just offloading his snacks. I didn’t think much of it—just a sweet habit that became our thing.
Flash forward to our first vacation post-pandemic. He was napping during the snack round, so I grabbed almonds for him and cookies for myself.
When he woke up, I told him I got him almonds since, you know, “you don’t like the cookies.”
His response?
“No, I love the cookies. But I love giving them to you more.”
Y’ALL.
Eight years. EIGHT. YEARS. And I had no idea this man was lowkey sacrificing his snack joy just to see me smile. I didn’t think I could love him more, but here we are—completely wrecked by the quiet romance of airline snacks.
Moral of the story: pay attention to the little things. That’s where the magic hides. 🥹💛
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It’s nice to read something like this compared to most things in this sub. Happy for you & your husband!
This post gave me diabeetus.
That’s a good man right there
He loved the cookies but eight years ago. Time for a cookie taste retest
That is awesome
may this kind of love find me one day !!!!!
Pro tip: if you haven’t already, dip the Biscoff cookies in coffee
You might enjoy a short story by O. Henry (William Sydney Porter) called _The Gift of the Magi_.