Gayle and Hillel
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
Telling the Family, Part II
Gayle's dad, Nachum, sent the following e-mail:
"Dear Family and Friends,
On our recent trip to Israel to see Gayle in the lead role in the play, "Proof," we were met at the airport by a handsome smiling young man named Hillel Cooper. He drove us up to Jerusalem to Gayle's apartment where, just a few short moments after we arrived, Gayle came smiling in. She and Hillel threw their arms around each other, kissed, then turned to Barbara and me and announced, "We are engaged!" "
I (Gayle) will add that one of the reasons I love Hillel is because he thought it was no big deal (or pretended it was no big deal) to go pick up his future in-laws at the airport without ever having met them.
When I got home from rehearsal that night, I saw that they were all getting along comfortably, eating spaghetti, and so in the early exchange of hugs and gifts, I was able to give my parents an album with pictures of Hillel and a letter introducing them to the next member of the family.
They were not only happy and incredibly supportive, but they were also good sports as we presented them with a schedule for the next few days that included meeting the Coopers and driving around to half a dozen possible wedding sites.
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Telling the Family: Part 1
Even though Hillel's parents live in Jerusalem and Gayle's parents live in California, we wanted to tell them at approximately the same time. We broke the news to the Coopers on a Friday night a few days before the Meyerses were to land for a visit.
Hillel's parents are renovating their home, and as usual, dinner table talk turned to the renovations. Hillel repeated a standard family line about how he couldn't get married and have kids until the house was renovated, because there wouldn't be room at the dining table. Meanwhile, Gayle surreptitiously put on the engagement ring. Neither the statement nor the ring got any particular notice. Hillel said it again, with more emphasis; Gayle waved her hand around. Finally, Hillel's sister Rena looked over, noticed that the two of us were basically hyperventilating, and said, "God, we're dumb." Hillel's father, Gerry, stopped mid-sentence. Everyone called out to Hillel's mother, Pauline, who had left the table during all the chit-chat, and told her to come back from the kitchen. ("Am I missing something?" "Yes, Mom, you're missing something. Put down the soup and come back in here!") There were hugs and congratulations all around.
Monday, November 13, 2006
Pics of Hillel
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Yes, it's been quick. Some of you getting this e-mail might say, "I didn't even know they were dating!" But our experience just goes to show the truth of the statement that "when you know, you know." That is the truth for us, in any event. We are old enough (ahem) to know what we want, and to recognize that we have found it.
We met at our friend Gila's fabulous housewarming party at the end of June, and a week later, went on our first date to Tel Aviv's Fiesta Latina, where we got to eat together, drink together, dance together, talk together, and navigate crowds together--all pretty good ways to check out compatibility.
We started spending more and more time together, and soon we realized that we didn't want to be apart. Gayle's parents' visit to Israel gave us a chance to make that decision public and official.
That's it. Our history is short and sweet. We've instead been spending a lot of time talking about the future, and we're excited about our prospects. We will "raise a house in Israel," as the Jewish saying goes. We will keep trying to make each other's days brighter and easier as we pursue our separate careers and enter into the joint adventure of raising children. We will always have an open guest room and a cup of good French press/plunger coffee to offer to the friends and family, near and far, who are part of our lives.
Hillel likes to say that he was raised in a Canadian household in Israel. After immigrating at the tender age of 6 months (with parents Pauline and Jerry, brother Jason and sister Rena), he grew up in Jerusalem's Baka neighborhood. At the time, the Coopers were one of only two Anglo-Saxon families in the area, and Hillel and his friend Daniella (more about her later) went to school prepared to fight off the taunts of the Moroccan kids.
He entered a different world in 7th grade (Grade 7 for the Canadians) when he was accepted into the Rubin Academy for the Arts, where he played oboe.
His army career was varied: He was accepted into the paratroopers, naval officers, and pilots courses, but ultimately served in the artillery.
Afterward, he served in an elite police unit, learning essential relationship skills like rapelling, knot-tying, and search and rescue.
Now, he chases down software bugs in the quality assurance department of Pelephone, the first mobile phone company in Israel.
He is a devoted dancer, learning salsa, hip-hop, modern, and other styles.
In the hills of Judea and the courtyards of Jerusalem...
...will be heard the sound of gladness, the sound of joy, the voice of the groom and the voice of the bride!
We are delighted to announce that we are getting married. The wedding will take place in August, 2007, somewhere in the hills of Judea (or perhaps the courtyards of Jerusalem).