My dad isn't much of a talker. He usually just nods and makes thoughtful grunts.

But this Father's Day, I realized his quiet presence is the loudest comfort I could ever ask for, especially when he's just there, quietly fixing something I didn't even realize was broken.

For Father's Day, I got my dad a brand new smart thermostat.

He thanked me, then spent the rest of the day setting it to the exact same temperature it was before, just with more authority.

I was going through some old family photos with my dad on Father's Day

and he pointed to a picture of me as a kid and said, 'You know, this is my favorite photo of you – it's the only one where you're not asking me for money.'

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.