A Peek Inside I Saved the PetalsTiny Love Stories Pressed Between the Pages of a Life I Love
Every story in this book is under 100 words — but they carry decades of love, memory, and meaning. These are the kind of stories that sneak up on you. A church camp memory. A tater tot casserole. A bleacher seat. A work call that turned into something deeper. Moments you didn’t think would matter — until they did. This is a collection about noticing. About holding on to the little things. About believing that even the tiniest fragments of love are worth saving. Here are just a few petals I pressed into these pages. Feel free to read them slow, breathe between them, or pass one along. |
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Rooted in Red DirtThere’s something about West Texas that grows on you — slowly, like mesquite. It’s not showy, but it’s steady. It’s kind. It’s boots on pavement and sun in your eyes. I came here for a season. Somehow, it became the soil I put down roots in.
Tater Tot Casserole ForeverOne climbed on the table for seconds. Another requested it for birthdays. It’s not fancy. Just browned meat, crispy tots, green beans and creamy soup magic. But in our house, it’s sacred. It tastes like home. And love. And maybe a little miracle.
The Group TextThe pings are constant. Memes. Questions. “Did you see this?” “Pray for this.” “Look at the dog.” There’s nothing formal about it, but it’s everything. A daily reminder that even from states away, we’re still in each other’s corner.
The Proposal, on the PorchThere were no fireworks. No audience. Just two people on a porch swing and a question that changed everything. The porch is gone now, but the moment still swings quietly in my memory, like wind chimes in early fall.
Humble GeniusHe’s not the loudest. But he listens closely and speaks softly — only when it counts. He’s the one you want on your team, in your corner, next to you at dinner. Not because he has all the answers, but because he always has time to help you find yours.
Tater Tot Casserole ForeverOne climbed on the table for seconds. Another requested it for birthdays. It’s not fancy. Just browned meat, crispy tots, green beans and creamy soup magic. But in our house, it’s sacred. It tastes like home. And love. And maybe a little miracle.
The Group TextThe pings are constant. Memes. Questions. “Did you see this?” “Pray for this.” “Look at the dog.” There’s nothing formal about it, but it’s everything. A daily reminder that even from states away, we’re still in each other’s corner.
The Proposal, on the PorchThere were no fireworks. No audience. Just two people on a porch swing and a question that changed everything. The porch is gone now, but the moment still swings quietly in my memory, like wind chimes in early fall.
Humble GeniusHe’s not the loudest. But he listens closely and speaks softly — only when it counts. He’s the one you want on your team, in your corner, next to you at dinner. Not because he has all the answers, but because he always has time to help you find yours.
