I decided to go through some old family videos with my dad on Father's Day

and he cried during the part where I learned to ride a bike, but not because he was proud – he just remembered how much the bike cost

My dad spent all Father's Day hovering over the grill, proclaiming himself the master chef.

When I complimented his perfectly cooked burgers, he just puffed out his chest and said, "Thanks, I always strive for *grill-iant* results!"

My dad's most consistent Sunday afternoon activity was falling asleep in his favorite recliner, often with a newspaper draped over his face.

I used to think he was just catching some Z's, but looking back, it was his quiet way of always being present, anchoring our home. He was our rock, even when he was napping.

My dad's ideal Father's Day gift isn't a new gadget or a fancy meal.

It's finding an unlabeled can of paint in the garage that *might* be the perfect match for the trim he painted seven years ago.