I asked my dad to write a letter to his future self for Father's Day, and when I read it, I found out why he's always been so patient with me.

It said, 'Dear future self, by now you've figured out that all those times you thought you were teaching your kids something, they were actually teaching you patience, forgiveness, and what it means to love unconditionally. Happy Father's Day.'

My dad's favorite Father's Day tradition is

spending the whole day in the backyard, not because he loves the family gathering, but because it's the one day a year he can use the lawn as an excuse to buy a new lawn mower.

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!"

I asked my dad what his ideal Father's Day relaxation involved.

He said, 'A few hours in the garage, finally organizing my screws by size and thread.'