Perpetual Smile

In light of yesterday’s post about Liz and her sixteen-year-old daughter Katy, I have started Letters for Katy, a campaign to help them stay strong and make it through this uncertain time.

You can read updates on the following sites:

• Destination Anywhere But Here — Katy’s blog
• Liz’s Blog — It seems that Liz has changed her blog setting to private, unless you are invited. I’m not sure why, but I can definitely understand why she might have.
• Letters of Love;
• Forensics and Faith: author Brandilyn Collins’ blog;
• JBH Marketing;
• and you can follow @BlinkyStJames (Katy), @lettersoflove, @juliebonnheath, and @brandilyn. (Use the #katy tag if you Twitter this so we can keep things organized!)
• Other links: Flutterbean, The Unknown Highway, SpaghettiPie, Roseslife, ABC BLOG, ABC VIDEO, NBC

I will add more links as I find them, and will make updates regarding the Letters for Katy campaign on the Letters of Love site.

• Her equilibrium will most likely be more off than usual. Be prepared to catch her when she falls or when she sways to the left or right. Leave extra lights on just in case she has to make a midnight trip to the bathroom, and keep a flashlight on hand for emergencies.
• Be her personal heater or air conditioner. She’s probably going to take the blankets off and put them right back on more than you can count, so be sure to keep her extra tucked in when she’s cold and allow her easy escape for when she gets hot.
• If your gal is using NyQuil, refrain from keeping her awake. She will most likely babble and then fall over drunk when she tries to get up. When you catch her, tuck her right back in and stop any attempts she makes at getting up again.
• When she tries to steal the blanket from you in her sleep — even if she already has her own — let her. She’ll probably be hot again in a minute, anyway.
• In the morning, when she tells you she feels unsexy, don’t lie to her. Instead, tell her how unsexy you feel.
• Don’t sweat it when she doesn’t thank you for taking her out to breakfast. She’s too out of it to remember her manners.