Being a part of the Cheetah Nation is one of the very best things I’ve ever been involved with in my life.
Which brings me to the Cheetah-thon, which took place last Saturday evening. We had a great turnout and we more than exceeded our fundraising goal. (Thank you, by the way, Annette for your donation!) In fact, I just read on Facebook that the event raised $25,000 total. AMAZING.
I already thanked you for all you did for the Cheetahs with your donations and your love, but I would like to reiterate it. It all meant so much to me and to Jack and to the rest of the Cheetahs. Thank you.
And now that all the gooshy love feelings are out of the way, here is the story of the Cheetah-thon as experienced by Team Stimey. (Featuring some (more) gooshy love feelings and some purloined pretzels.)
I’ll start with the gooshy love feelings, which can be summed up in this photo, which I stole from someone on Facebook:
If that’s not gooshy and lovey enough for you, how about this photo of Jack and his coach?
I found that detail in the background of another photo and I can’t get over it. I love it.
Of course Jack wasn’t the only member of Team Stimey that went skating. These two jokers gave it a shot too:
I didn’t skate this time, but I did wander around on the ice in my sandals to take photos. The arena people resurfaced the ice in the middle of our two-hour skate time and asked all of us to get off the ice for a few minutes. I was one of the last ones off because my shuffling was slower than skating and also because I was too busy taking photos to follow directions. This panicked Quinn, who is always looking out for me.
He started banging on the glass and pointing behind me to alert me of my imminent Flattening by Zamboni.
My kids had such a great time at the Cheetah-thon. Sam and Quinn were happy, but Jack was totally in his element. Like, smiling, joyous in his element. I’ve spoken before about the safe space that the Cheetahs create and I mean that in a literal sense in that other people will step up to keep my kid safe, but I also mean it in a another sense.
I can see Jack relax when he’s around these people. Jack is comfortable with the Cheetahs. He is at home. That means a lot to a kid like Jack. I know you get that. It also means a lot to me.
Anywho. After everyone was done skating, I asked them to smile nicely for me and this is what I got.
My kids were done skating, so Alex helped them take their skates off, which reminded me of the reason that I take Jack to practice and help him put his gear on and take it off.
So, I was taking photos and everyone else was wandering around and I started thinking that I wanted to put eyes on Jack, even though I was pretty sure Alex or my MIL was watching him. I saw him just as he came around a corner with this:
I was all, “Jack, did you just take that pretzel?!?!”
And he replied, “I said please.”
I made it to the snack bar counter just as my mother-in-law was paying the confused and amused looking teenagers behind the counter.
You have to love that Jack. I know I do. I also know you do. And I love all of you.