8 Months

It has been 8 (EIGHT!?!) months since I met Brent at the youth conference in Chile. Little did I know what would become of us. He is merely referenced to in my journal as "an American guy" at the conference. He is now my best friend, my most favorite person in the world. In celebrating the past eight months, I present to you...

Eight things I love about Brent

1. Kids adore Brent. They are always wanting to sit in his lap and get a bit of his attention. He has conversations with them like they are mini adults.

2. I sometimes have crazy weird ideas. And Brent always goes along with them. Case in point: "we all need to immitate an animal, ok?"

3. One of the first things people learn about Brent is that he is insanely passionate and talented in film. No need for wikipedia or IMDB when Brent is around. He has it all memorized. He owns thousands and thousands of fims. He is going to be famous.

4. I am a worry-wart. And Brent is not. Isn't that nice? He calms me and helps me not be so scared all the time. I love how complementary we are.

5. Look at these blue eyes:

6. Brent and I can talk about anything and everything for hours. And we do. Our conversations range from spiritual to psychological to giddy nonsense.

7. Brent likes everything to be clean and organized. His car is always spotless. I like that in a guy.

(Notice his clean car in the background. But also the fact that he is dressed up as a Chicago country-club man goes along with reason #2).

8. Brent is quite possibly the nicest person you will ever meet. He is extremely kind and generous. He is teaching me not to be so quick to judge people.