When they asked me, "What are you looking for?" I said, "A mensch."
A mensch first and foremost.
Someone who takes his Judaism seriously, but also knows how to have a good time.
Someone who comes from a great family.
Tall wouldn't hurt.
But really? Someone who is kind. Patient. Pays attention to others.
On a date, we passed a toll booth.
You said to the toll collector, with a big smile, "Hi there!! How are
you doing today??" Your enthusiasm was so genuine and kind. As we
rolled away from the window, you said, "Enjoy the rest of your day!"
And I thought, I'm going to marry that guy. (Not the toll
And now, nearly 20 years later, a lot has changed. Glasses styles.
Hair color. Important things, too. But something hasn't changed.
You're still that ultimate mensch - the one that likes to bring joy to
others. The one that won't say no if someone asks for a favor. The one
that no one can say no to, if you ask a favor, because you are just so,
so, so nice.
I couldn't have asked for a better role model in being a mensch.
Happy birthday, Sruly.