just got back from Giant again, my favorite food store. (actually, fresh fields is my favorite, but they are more expensive.) i am having even more trouble pushing the cart now that i am 36 weeks along. and sure enough, as i left the store, huffing and puffing, there was my “old” friend julian and his smile and stutter.

“mmmmmmmmmmmmmay i help you?”

you know it! i think my days of lifting 200 oz bottles of Tide are over.

anyway, as we walked to the car, i did the unthinkable. “your name is julian. you know, the baby i am having is also going to be named julian.”

“really?”

“yes. i think it is just a wonderful name.”

shy smile.

sometimes, i can’t help myself.

and when my husband gets home, he can take the 200 oz bottle out of the car.