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Seriously, what’s sweeter than a dad expressing love for his family? Because we were so thrilled with the love letters we got last Valentine’s Day and Mother’s Day, we’ve once again asked some culturatti dads to chime in on what makes their partners great.

You can catch actor Jonas Chernick on Degrassi, Little Mosque on the Prairie and Living in Your Car.

Dearest Nicki:

Yup, it’s Valentine’s Day again. That evil, Hallmark-created cash-grab that tries to sneak up every year and squeeze us with guilt. But not us, right? Nope. We’re non-traditionalists. We’re creative  types. We snicker at the weak, pathetic, easily-manipulated masses. We’re better than all that. Who needs a designated day to celebrate our love? We celebrate our love every day.

Well, we used to anyway. But then something happened. 15 months ago, Izzy arrived, and our worlds transformed in every possible way. Who has time in the day to celebrate love? There are diapers to be changed. Toys to be collected. Watermelons to be sliced into bite-sized chunks. Cuteness to be videotaped. Suddenly, I kind of “get” this whole stupid Valentine’s Day thing.

By the time you read this, we will have already enjoyed our special night. Izzy was dropped off at Auntie Tamar and Uncle Ari’s for the night. We checked into the hotel for our little “stay-cation”. We walked over to the restaurant for our nine o’clock reservation. Yes, that’s right: 9:00 p.m. Who eats dinner at such an ungodly hour? Europeans, I think.

Dinner, I’m sure, was wonderful. We laughed. We shared our entrees (one fish, one beef). We debated over which dessert to order (I pushed for the chocolate one, you tried to steer us towards the Crème Brule or something of that nature. Ultimately, I convinced you that we should get both). And, as always, we watched footage of Izzy on our iPhones and laughed about how pathetic we are. After almost a year and a half, we still spend our date nights talking about her.

The following morning, most likely, we slept in a little bit and then had a great brunch. We probably shared an egg dish, and also something sweet (Pancakes? Waffles? French Toast?) We ate the fruit garnish, except for the cantaloupe and the honeydew melon because – we both agree – they are boring. Finally, we gathered up our overnight bags (you were proud of yourself for packing so little, and gently requested acknowledgment for this achievement). Across town we zipped, and picked up little Izzy, harassing Auntie and Uncle to relay every single detail of what we missed over the last eighteen hours.

There were some surprises too. Little unexpected magical moments. But I can’t include them here. Because I don’t know what they will be. And therein lies the beauty of us. Therein lies the romance. For all the predictable comforts we share, the inside jokes, the rituals – there are an equal number of surprises. Thanks, babe, for all of them. I wouldn’t want it any other way.

We’re busy people. We were busy before she came along. Now we really understand what “busy” means. But man, we’re a great team. The best. And I’m willing to surrender to Valentine’s Day from  now on. Congratulations, Hallmark. You win. And I’m cool with that.

Happy Valentine’s Day, Nix.

With all my love,

Jonas

Image via Jonas Chernick

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