I found an old letter I wrote to my dad when I was a kid, and it said, 'Dad, I love you more than pizza.'

He said that's still the highest praise he's ever received.

My dad spent all Father's Day hovering over the grill, proclaiming himself the master chef.

When I complimented his perfectly cooked burgers, he just puffed out his chest and said, "Thanks, I always strive for *grill-iant* results!"

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 asked my dad what he wanted for Father's Day.

He just sighed, looked at the garage door, and said, 'Honestly? Just 10 minutes alone with the power drill, and maybe to finally figure out where that missing Philips head screwdriver went after the great fence-mending of 2017.'