Making Friends

Gavin has made an unusual friend at the pool. No, he's not two. Or even three. Maybe more around 17. And he's there every single time we swim. In red trunks.

Yes. It's the lifeguard. Julian.

Every time we walk in, he comes up and smiles at us and says, "Hey, Gavin. Hey, Grace."

Yep. He knows Grace also. But Gavin is his REAL buddy.

Who else would throw a football to you while sitting in his lifeguard chair? Or talk animatedly to a two year old while he's showing you his Lightening McQueen ball?

Julian even told me that his fellow lifeguards talk about him when he's not there. They've dubbed him "smiley". Which he definitely IS.

He's even good for some discipline. Gavin has the hardest time NOT running while at the pool. And good old Julian has told him several times not to. But it never worked. That is, until he threatened to use his whistle. Now every time Gavin is about to run, he looks over at the lifeguard and asks, "Is he going to blow his weasel?" That's when you know you're good at your job.

So thanks, Julian. Thanks for being Gavin's friend so that I can relax and get a tan. I appreciate it.