First, a little history: six years ago Marlena and I were sitting on the sidelines with our pom poms and ponytails. While we rooted for our beloved BHS together, there was always a flow of non-stop laughter over some ridiculous thing or another. (Except that one time I accidentally kicked you in the face while doing the Homecoming stunts… sorry! Although typing this now has elicited a small, small chuckle. ) We’ve both come a long way since high school cheerleading but I’m pleased to report that Marlena’s happy-go-lucky attitude has not changed a bit despite the transformation to loving mother and now glowing bride of the lucky, lucky Mister Jamie.