My dad's garage is so organized,

he can find a screw from 1992 faster than I can find my car keys.

Dad's been working on the backyard patio for weeks

I'm starting to think his idea of 'finishing touches' is just a myth, like a landscaping unicorn.

I once told my dad he didn't say 'I love you' enough.

He just walked over, silently fixed the leaky faucet I'd been ignoring for weeks, and then left a freshly brewed cup of coffee on my desk. And you know what? I've never felt more loved.

My dad tried to teach me how to fish once.

After an hour of tangled lines and no bites, he finally just put his arm around me and said, 'You know, the best part isn't catching fish, it's just being here with you.' He still didn't catch anything that day, but he definitely caught my heart.