Scented, Sparkly Lip Gloss
Yesterday I was putting on my coconut pineapple lip gloss, a gift from a friend while I was in Tanzania, and as the sweet sent hit my nose I was reminded of such a delightful story that I took a moment to remember it and those in it. This is my memory. While living in Tanzania I was able to be the caregiver to a sweet little girl, Happy. Happy she was, especially when she had her chapstick to put on. Her previous caregiver had taught her all about the tastiness and glamor of applying things to our lips. So she always wanted some and if I was to put any on then I must do so without her seeing it or I would have to share (not that sharing is bad :) This was also during the time that we were testing out Happy sleeping in her bed without the crib wall up. Which we soon realized she needed because of the many nights I woke up to a little girl crying in the living room or standing by my bed in my room wanting me. On one such night I woke up to her crying in the living room ...