My brother-in-law, Scotty, was eight-years-old (and shorter than me) when I met him. Now he's a 20-year-old Marine headed to Iraq. We went to Portland to say goodbye.

Jordan's teacher's son is also in Iraq, so the class asked Jordan to take in a picture of Scotty to put on a bulletin board for prayer. When my four-year-old Lauren said, "I don't want Uncle Scotty to die," Jordan responded, "He's not going to because we are praying for him. Duh."