Bob and his Marine division are on their way to Baghdad. The kids can see Dad on TV, though letting them watch his reports is hard.

I never knew how many little things went into someone's death: choosing the right black patent leather shoes for the little girls to wear; finding out what day someone's paycheck stops; seeing suits and shirts, still in their dry cleaning bags, hanging in a closet.

I continue to be amazed at their honest, probing questions and their extreme courage in facing the news of Bob's injury and our road to recovery. I also draw incredible strength from their presence; their kisses and hugs are better than any medicine.

They remind me every day of the resilience and hope that resides in the human spirit.

With three kids, it seems like I'm always shelling out $5 here and $5 there,

I can't complain. We came up here and got a third and a sixth and both kids are coming back. I think a lot of our kids got a chance to come up and see some good wrestling. That will make them want to work even harder for next year.