Her name was Suri, Sarah Rachel to be precise. She was a good Bais Yaakov graduate, raised in a nice home. She was here for the first time, exploring Israel with yours truly. After a week of inspiration, connecting to the holy sites, meeting the holy simple people of Eretz Yisrael, and receiving brachos from some of our great leaders, she was in love. She had come home. And then she popped the question.