Earlier this year, on April 13, Dad received a phone call from our cousin, Erin Patton. During their conversation, Erin mentioned an idea she'd carried with her for years, ever since she was a little girl. Then she told him, "Write this down." Dad happened to be out in his shop, and the only thing he could find to write on was a bubble mailer envelope. So he grabbed a pen and started writing down what she said. Erin told him she thought it should be a song. Dad took her idea, added to it, and eventually sent it to me to put to music. Sadly, Erin passed away at just 46 years old. What began as a little girl's idea, carried in her heart for so many years, eventually became a song. And thanks to that phone call, a pen, and an old bubble mailer envelope, a little piece of Erin's imagination lives on through music. more

I originally wrote this song in 2018, during a season of job loss, empty pockets, and children who still needed to be fed. In the middle of it all, I found peace where I always have, in the arms of my wife. Since then, the song has carried us through more than either of us could have imagined: a cancer diagnosis, a near heart attack, fear, uncertainty, and, finally, healing. Its meaning has grown alongside our marriage. What began as a song about surviving one difficult season has become a testament to every season we have survived together. I’ve never loved you more, my dear, than these last couple years.more

A beautifully slow, atmospheric country ballad driven by a melancholy, weeping pedal steel and a steady, somber drum beat. It features a raw, vulnerable spoken-word bridge before building into a powerful, desperate vocal finalemore