For Father's Day, we offered to help my dad organize his meticulously curated garage.

He just smiled and said, 'No thanks, that's *my* version of a meditation retreat. Don't touch anything, you'll disrupt the feng shui of the socket set.'

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 Father's Day tradition is

spending the whole day in the garage, not because he's working on a project, but because it's the one place where mom can't find him to give him a honey-do list.

My dad has this amazing superpower where he can fall asleep in any chair, at any time, usually within seconds of sitting down.

I used to think he was just tired, but now I realize he's just recharging his 'Dad energy' so he can always be there for everything tomorrow.