I once told my dad he didn't say 'I love you' enough.

He just walked over, silently fixed the leaky faucet I'd been ignoring for weeks, and then left a freshly brewed cup of coffee on my desk. And you know what? I've never felt more loved.

My dad's idea of a relaxing weekend is

spending 5 hours in the garage, only to emerge with a slightly cleaner workbench and a list of 12 new projects to start

My dad told me he wanted a very specific Father's Day gift: something that would help him maintain optimal home comfort.

So I got him a sweater, and he said, 'Perfect! Now I can finally turn the thermostat down even lower without anyone complaining.'

I once asked my dad for directions, and he told me, 'Just keep going straight until you know you're lost, then you're probably close.'

I used to think he just had a terrible sense of direction, but now I realize he was teaching me that even when I feel a little lost, he's always my true north.