My dad isn't the type to give big speeches or shower you with compliments.

But this Father's Day, when he saw I was having a rough week, he just quietly made my favorite breakfast and then left a perfectly organized, handwritten list of all the chores he'd already done around my apartment. That's how I know I'm loved.

I told my dad I was making him breakfast in bed for Father's Day

He said that's egg-cellent, but don't forget to adjust the thermostat, it's a little too toast-y in here

My dad's love language is apparently 'home improvement projects'

because this Father's Day, he's 'hammering' home the point that I'm helping him finish the deck... again.

I asked my dad to teach me his secret to always knowing the right thing to say, no matter the situation, and he smiled and said

it's not about having all the answers, it's about being there to ask the questions together