My dad's love language is apparently 'home improvement projects'

because this Father's Day, he's 'hammering' home the point that I'm helping him finish the deck... again.

I asked my dad to write a letter to me and my siblings for Father's Day, but with one condition: he had to write it as if it were his last piece of advice to us.

He wrote a single sentence: 'Don't forget to mow the lawn, it's supposed to rain next week.'

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.'

I asked my dad what he loved most about being a father on Father's Day, and he thought for a moment before saying

it wasn't the teaching, the guiding, or the providing – it was the fact that I still think he's cool, even when nobody else does.