In spite of my outgoing personality, I don’t tend to make friends very easily - especially male friends. The psychologist in me would argue that it’s because I was raised by a single mom and didn’t have a chance to bond with many males while growing up. Perhaps that’s it, but it doesn’t really matter. I have a handful of close male friends that are spread out throughout the country and they are mostly former teammates of mine.

Except Brent. Brent and I have been friends since we were twelve years old. Even though we haven’t been in the same city in quite some time, we are still close. It never matters how long it’s been since we’ve talked, we can always pick right back up and tell each other anything. Brent is the kindest person I know. He’s also one of the funniest. He has a great ability to laugh at himself and is a little scatter brained but in the best way possible. Those who know him, love him.

I haven’t spoken to Brent in about four or five months. Yesterday, I got a package left at my front door. I opened it to find three wrapped gifts. One box held a beautiful throw blanket from Pottery Barn. Another box had a gift certificate from Pottery Barn.

The third also had a gift certificate from Pottery Barn. I thought it kinda strange that I would get two gift certificates from the same store - until I looked at the date. It read 12/14/02.

It says alot about Brent that he bought the gift certificate for us before Christmas. It it also just like Brent to send it two years later.

You gotta love him.