It still feels like a dream — these past two years, this past week, this night and the morning after. So many of us imagined this moment for so long, and suddenly it’s here, arriving right on Simchat Torah. I watch my people in Israel dancing, crying, flooding the streets with flags. I watch my people here, who have been holding their breath for so long, finally exhale — bursting with gratitude and joy. It feels like hope has prevailed.
For so long, people were almost afraid to hope. Day after day, we didn’t know what to expect. And though this moment was made possible by so much courage and sacrifice — and though the pain, grief, and shock of October 7 will never leave us — I want to let myself feel the joy. To stand with the families of the fallen, and with those still waiting for the return of their loved ones and let other rooms of my heart fill with light because they are back.
That split-screen feeling — holding both heartbreak and celebration — is what has kept me going through these hard years. It’s what helps me imagine Israel rebuilt: through the pain and cost of war, with the deepest respect for life, and a shared commitment to healing. My heart is with our partner communities in the south and the north — invaded, displaced, mourning so many. Their incredible journey to rebuild is well underway, and today marks an important part of that journey.
Just imagine what Israel can become if all those who answered the call of duty now turn their strength and love toward rebuilding what was shattered — creating a country that is more whole, equal, just, and peaceful for everyone. If we will it, it is no dream.