I have lots of thoughts about these things and even more photos. The only problem is that I am too exhausted to do any of these topics justice right now. So what Imma do is give you this photo of Jack on his 9th birthday.
Yeah, it’s a little weird to get your 9-year-old son a pashmina for his birthday, but it’s a sensory thing for him. One of his teachers lets him borrow her scarf at school, but he needs his own now that he’ll be going to another school. Also, last week he asked for “a shirt with flowers on it that will make me look like a Hawaiian.”
I’m also going to give you this photo of Jack and his coach at the Cheetah-thon.
Jack was so happy during that skating session. He was grinning and laughing and skating with his coach and skating with his best friend and just so…happy. This is why I write so much about the Cheetahs. This is why special hockey means so much. This is also why I want you to pay attention to the next paragraph.
The Cheetah-thon was a rousing success. Do you want to know one of the reasons why the Cheetah-thon was a rousing success? YOU. YOU helped do this. YOU donated $10 or $50 or $200 or you tweeted about the Cheetah-thon, blogged about it, shared a post about it on Facebook, or commented on one of my posts about the Cheetahs. You let the Cheetah Nation know how much you care about them. Trust me, they noticed.
At the Cheetah-thon, the coach stood in front of the attendees and told the players, “If you’ve ever wondered if you were special, just look around you. All of these people are here for you.”
YOU were there for the Cheetahs. Thank you.
Speaking of which, thank you to Jessica and Stephanie and their families for being the most recent Cheetah donors for Jack. Also, a huge thank you to Sandie and her family (and everyone else who showed up) for coming to the event. A very special thanks to Justine for helping too. You know why.
I promise to tell you more about the Cheetah-thon. Mostly because I can’t damn shut up about it.
Before I go to bed and put a close on this weekend, however, here is one last photo of my birthday boy.
That cake is kind of the perfect metaphor for Team Stimey: sort of weird looking, a little quirky, but delicious and full of love.
(Seriously. Take a bite out of Quinn some time. He’s the tastiest of all. Kinda minty.)