In October 2008, we were getting ready for the first exam in our American Lit class. Fletcher asked if I was interested in a study group. The guy I had been crushing on all semester just asked if I wanted to be in a study group?! I quickly said yes. In hindsight...probably too quickly. Like awkwardly quickly. Whatever. We're married now. :)
I decided that I was going to make cookies. Fletcher had mentioned that he likes chocolate chip. Almost everyone on the planet likes chocolate chip cookies, so it wouldn't seem weird.
October 19th, I made my way up to c-lab when it opened after Campus Church. Found Fletcher in one of the seating areas. He was alone. "No one else could make it," he said.
Do I still bring out the cookies? I mean...I made them for him. But I don't want him to KNOW that I made them for him. WHAT DO I DO?!?
The cookies stayed in my backpack. We studied for our test (btw...this is where the "Men are like planets" joke comes from...he found a typo in my notes and still won't let me forget it), and then spent two hours talking about our families.
A few years later, he confessed that he never invited anyone else to the study group. And then I confessed that those poor cookies were left in my backpack.
Today, eight years later, we made chocolate chip cookies and ate them with our sons.
Wednesday, October 19, 2016
Posted by Emily at 8:56 PM