I once asked my dad for directions, and he told me, 'Just keep going straight until you know you're lost, then you're probably close.'

I used to think he just had a terrible sense of direction, but now I realize he was teaching me that even when I feel a little lost, he's always my true north.

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.

For Father's Day, my mom offered to take my dad out to a fancy restaurant.

He just said, 'Nah, I think I'm going to spend the afternoon trying to find that 10mm socket I lost in '98.'

I asked my dad what he truly wanted for Father's Day this year.

He said, 'Just an uninterrupted afternoon in the garage to finally sort those screws by size and thread.'