My dad spent Father's Day happily starting a new home improvement project.

When I asked what he was building, he said, 'A bigger storage shed for all the tools I bought for the *last* project I started!'

I asked my dad why he still keeps all my childhood artwork, even the really bad drawings, and he said

it's because he's not looking at the artwork, he's looking at the memory, and that's something no artist can replicate.

For Father's Day, I tried to make my dad a fancy breakfast in bed to show my appreciation.

He just looked at it and said, "Hi fancy breakfast, I'm Dad."

I realized my dad's love language is not words of affirmation or quality time, but

finding the perfect drill bit for a project he started 5 years ago