I decided to take my dad on a road trip for Father's Day to all the places that held special memories for him, from his childhood home to where he first met my mom.

As we drove, he turned to me and said, 'You know, I've been to all these places before, but this is the first time I've seen them through the eyes of someone who loves me as much as I love them.'

My dad's Father's Day tradition is

spending the whole day in the garage, not because he's working on a project, but because it's the one place where mom can't find him to give him a honey-do list.

My dad said for Father's Day, he just wanted one thing.

"An entire afternoon in the garage," he mumbled, "without anyone asking where the spare batteries are."

My dad said all he wanted for Father's Day was an hour of peace and quiet.

We found him in the garage, deep in conversation with a loose bolt on a bicycle he hasn't ridden in a decade.