Chodesh Tov L'Kulam!

And a merry rosh chodesh Kislev to all of you!

Kislev always makes me think of my grandparents, a"h.

In November 1932, in a town in Germany by the name of Fuerthe, my grandfather and grandmother went for a walk in the afternoon. At one point in the conversation, my grandfather turned to my grandmother and asked, "Fraulein Strauss, what Jewish month is it?" She replied, "It's Kislev, I think." He then responded, "Then here is kiss, and here is lev (heart). Will you marry me?"

And she said yes.