Logan and I met in the spring of 2019 at a co-write. Co-writes are a lot like blind dates. I walked into his studio in East Nashville and I'm sure I was running late. We wrote a love song that day called "If God Never Made You." I immediately liked Logan's antique portraits and crushed velvet curtains in his studio space. I also liked his cool confidence and the fact that he was the consummate professional. Also his singing voice made my heart beat fast. I didn't know I had made an impression until a week later when he slid into my direct messages on instagram and asked if I wanted to go antiquing at the flea market. I sadly, was busy, or maybe I was just playing it cool. Either way, I turned him down and we didn't see each other or speak until May of 2020. We were set up to write again, but this time the world was shut down and we wrote on Zoom. I sat at my kitchen table in a hoodie and a messy bun and stared at the blue eyed boy with a guitar on the other end of the computer. There was just something about him. After we finished that song I texted a mutual friend and asked for Logan's number. I sent him something silly and his text back made me laugh. We texted for the next 5 days straight. The kind of can't eat, can't sleep, take your phone in the shower in case he calls kind of thing. And then he called. And then he cooked me dinner (chicken parmesan from scratch that quite literally changed my life). After we ate his homemade creme brûlée, we sat on the floor of my living room and went through our sparknotes, our makes and breaks, our love for our families, our mutual foundation in Jesus, our worst regrets and our biggest dreams. We were more honest and more vulnerable from that first date than I had ever been in my life. I was all the way in. And thank goodness, so was he. I don't know where I'd be if God never made him.