Joel and Esther Mazal Tov! may you build a Bait Ne'eman B'Yisrael! ( I'm Devorah Brody's sister from Miami ) thought it was funny that we have the same name!

Mazal Tov Joel and Esther. May you be Zoche to build a Bait Neeman BeYisroel. Love, The Brodys from Vancouver PS BC rocks.

Mazel Tov!! May you be zoche to build a bayis ne'eman b'yisrael.

Mazel Tov Esther and Joel!!! I am so happy that we finally spoke on the phone so that I can now post on your page! Now you have more posts!! Yay!! The pictures are really cute and you sounded so happy when I spoke to you and I am so happy for you! Can't wait to wish you a mazel tov in person and to dance at the wedding (get ready for some Dira 4 shtick)!! Mazel tov!!!! Love, Aviva

Dear Joel David David Joel, I am so happy for you. THis is geshmak news! You should have a geshmak time! Sruli sent a pretty long post. Have fun. Noah Baron

Mazel Tov! I can't wait to dance at your chasunah, but I guess this time I'll have to just drive by myself. Oh well, I guess you'll owe me some quality time before the wedding - don't worry I'm sure you can think of some errand that needs to get done in all your spare time. Seriously, B"H after all our long talks Esther you got what you were looking for: somebody in between but perfect for you, so of course he's an "out-of-towner", although Vancouver is pretty far, so I'll keep my fingers crossed for Philly in the big decision. May you and Joel have lots of simcha, bracha, hatzlacha, good health, and all good things!

Dear Esther & Joel Q, Mazal Tov on your engagement! The pictures you posted are beautiful and I'm so happy for you! Joel: The Q after Esther's name was bestowed upon her in recognition of her true awesomeness. Since you are now getting married, the official fan club is honored to bestow the Q upon you as well. All the best for years of happiness together!

Mazel Tov!

Pictures?!?! YAH!!! Esther you are GLOWING!! All my Russian babushkas say "mazal-tuv."

Well if it isn’t Joel David and his mystery bride. Hey guys, listen, I’m thinking of a number from one to ten. Just thought I should let you know. Anyway, this is all happening so fast. Why it seems like it was just yesterday that it was Shabbos. Oh, it was? I thought so. Ya know, Joel and I have developed quite a special friendship over the years. But seriously, many people are unaware that Joel is currently in his first year of medical school on his way to the prestigious degree of Doctor of Ornithology, which I think is great. There are just so many sick birds out there and I know that a little acupuncture and yoga are all they need to get them flying again. But be forewarned Joel, for although it is only your first year you will soon enough be required to choose a subspecialty within the broad field of Origami. The temptations are many. Let not you heart be swayed by some false ideal for once you choose there is no going back. Orthodontology is a very unforgiving discipline. Perhaps the following true story will serve as a cautionary tale: “Bovine proctology is a delicate yet underappreciated art. It demands of its practitioners a fluency in general proctology as well as a somewhat inappropriate love of cows. In the vast majority of the human populace these traits are congenitally mutually exclusive, and so they should be. But as fate would have it- and it would- these were the very two characteristics by which close friends of Dr. Timbrough Deebah, if asked, would describe him. Some, such as his wife, would tearfully speak of the long weekends he spent driving around upstate New York, eagerly admiring the never-ending smorgasbord of bovid behinds, his hands quivering at the thought of jumping an electrified fence. But alas and to his dismay Dr. Deebah was not at all a bovine proctologist. No, contrary to what a highly trained genetic engineer might have predicted Dr. Timbrough Deebah was a plain old, run of the mill unemployed homeless man. Well, perhaps homeless is not the right word. He had a home, a very nice one in fact, enclosed on all sides by a white picket fence and filled with slightly irregular still life paintings that he and his aforementioned wife had purchased at a wholesale art auction when they were first engaged. Come to think of it, unemployed seems to be inaccurate as well. Dr. Deebah did have a job, and a very important one at that. He was a long-tenured professor of English literature at a well known private university and though his dissertation, as well as most of his scholarly publications to date, had focused on the role of olfactory imagery in late Victorian era grocery lists, his colleagues couldn’t help but notice that he had of late developed a peculiar interest in 19th century cattle feed ingredients. They thought this was weird; and indeed it was. But for all his jobfullness and domicility he may as well have been homeless and unemployed for, aside from the one seminar he led each week on the significance of oats in the writings of Robert Frost, Dr. Deebah spent all of his time perched anxiously on a bench directly across from the agricultural livestock exhibit at a local zoo. Also, he slept in a box. When asked, which he never was, about his extracurricular lollygagging his argument would go something like this: “It is highly improbable that the zoo veterinarian will go an entire year without calling in sick. It is also highly improbable that an entire year will pass without at least one cow requiring immediate medical attention. Therefore, by the rule of transjuxtaposition it follows that not only are both of these events highly likely to happen, but they will almost certainly occur on the very same day. I’m just trying to be prepared. After all, I am a doctor… of sorts.” And as illogical as it sounds that is precisely what happened. It seems that due to conditions that are entirely his own business so butt out, the zoo veterinarian had contracted a transmissible spongiform encephalopathy from an alluring heifer named Bessy. Bessy, misinterpreting the veterinarian’s sudden leave of absence as a slight to her muliebrity, proceeded to throw a bovinic fit. This, assumed Dr. Deebah, was his chance. Thinking quickly- perhaps a bit too quickly- he grabbed the first aid kit that he kept in his briefcase and ran toward the short fence that stood between him and his destiny. Unfortunately, due to a severe imprinting error during childhood, the animal that most people call “cow”, or Bos Taurus if you want to be a jerk about it, was not at all what Timbrough Debah pictured when he heard that word. In fact, what he pictured was much closer to what most people would call “grandma”. This made for a very awkward, though somehow visually poetic, moment as Dr. Deebah attempted to administer CPR to an entire flock of fairly healthy, though completely unawares octogenarians. Needless to say, they were not amused. This, then, is how Dr. Timbrough Deebah, a heretofore well-respected professor of English literature, was banned from interacting with animals, or the elderly, ever again.” Mazal Tov.

Mazal Tov Esther. I am soooooo happy for you :) - Joel Q PS can someone tell me what the Q is supposed to stand for??

Dear Joel and Esther Mazel tov to you and to both families from all the Boxers. Joel, you will always have a special place in our hearts as Jeremy's barmitzvah teacher! Esther, we look forward to meeting you when you come to Richmond BC CANADA! sincerely Tannis Boxer

oooooooooohhhhhh when did you put photos up here!?!?!?!?! you guys are SOOOOOOO cute!!!! :-) super duper excited for you [still]!!! selig is trying to figure out if he knows joel. -the Davises

mazel tov esther! i am slitely jealous that you guys have so many posts, we only got like 30! and i don't believe u signed ours, but o well...so excited for u both. I agree with elaine that you guys should move to queens! Im glad we got to shmooze by keshets wedding :) Cant wait. Love suri (and joey sends his mazel tov too :)

Yaaaaaaaaay! Esther and Joel! So happy, I'm super excited and wishing you all the best!