Growing up, my dad wasn't big on mushy stuff; hugs were brief, and 'I love you' was often replaced with a nod.

But then I realized, every time he quietly fixed my bike, mowed the lawn without being asked, or just sat with me when I was down, he was speaking volumes.

For Father's Day, I got my dad a fancy new digital thermometer for his grill, thinking it would help him achieve perfect temperatures every time.

He just glanced at it, put his hand over the flames, and said, 'Hi, hot, I'm Dad, and I can tell this isn't hot enough yet!'

For Father's Day, I wanted to give my dad a gift that perfectly captured his grill-master status and his knack for puns.

So I got him a new spatula, and he immediately flipped a burger and declared, 'This party is really *flippin'* awesome!'

My dad's friends think he's a master carpenter because of all the home improvement projects he starts

but really, he's just a master of finding creative ways to use duct tape and prayer to hold things together