So this weekend, actually about May, my cheerleaders and I started a journey that we'd never taken before. We decided we'd give this competition thing a go. About 2 weeks ago, I was wondering if we'd lost our minds. Last Monday in the middle of a 6 hour practice, I called B and told him that I was really worried about this. However, by the end of that long practice, I had decided they'd pull it off, somehow.
I won't tell you that cheerleading is life, but for most of these girls, it's their talent. It's what they're REALLY good at. And they're my girls. Some weeks I spend more time with them than I do with my husband and my own child. They teach me A LOT. They tell me things I don't want to know. They make me laugh. They make me mad. Friday night, when they surprised me with a baby shower after checking into our rooms, they made me cry. They are great.
Yesterday, I was extremely emotional when they finished their routine. I was SO PROUD of those 15 girls. I was proud because they set their minds to something and they pulled it off. They have put in countless hours of hard work for 2 and a half minutes on the floor. But it was important to them and they did it. They were ranked 3rd out of 7 squads. I think they are often overlooked, so I wanted this post to be about them and what they work so hard for. You represented ZC so well. If no one else realizes what you've accomplished, I DO. I love you, girls. Super proud of you and the goals that you've reached. Also, a big thank you to Ms. Monica, Adria, Paige, and Shanelle at gymnastics. You're the best!
Now, on to Thanksgiving week. Two fun days at school and 3 days off. I'll take it. Have a wonderful week.