Flashback Friday: Chapped Lips
We try to be creative and meaningful with our gift giving around here. A few years ago at Christmas, I bought Bruce a few CASES of Carmex. It was, he said, one of the best gifts EVER.
We keep lip balm in various places around the house and both of us MUST apply it before bedtime. Abby also keeps some in her desk drawer right beside her bed. Nathan loves to use it, too. I made homemade lip balm as gifts for Christmas this past year. (Root Beer flavored, to be exact!) To say we have a lip balm “thing” here at the Clark House would be an understatement.
And I think I know the root of this phenomenon. When I was younger, my lips were ALWAYS chapped and I never seemed to be able to find any chapstick! I had horrible allergies growing up and my nose was always running, my eyes were always itching, and I’ll be darned if my lips weren’t always red and cracked.
I think there must have been a point in which I swore a Scarlet-O’-Hara-like oath to myself and to my future husband and offspring, vowing to have some form of lip lubrication available at all times. It probably went something like this:
“As God is my witness, as God is my witness I’m not going to lick them! I’m going to live through this and when it’s all over, my lips will never be chapped again! No, nor any of my folk. If I have to keep chapstick in my purse, car, nighstand and desk drawers. As God is my witness, I’ll never look this silly again!”
You think I’m being melodramatic? (Who, ME?)
I am not. Take a look for yourself:
