My dad wasn't the type to say "I love you" out loud.
Instead, he cooked.
Growing up, he was always the one in the kitchen, making sure everyone had a full plate. I didn't think much of it back then.
It was only once I started cooking for people I care about that I understood what he was actually doing all those years. Food was his language for love.
He passed away at the end of last year. We never made a big deal out of Father's Day in our house, and today's no different.
But I'm cooking rosti and bratwurst, thinking of him while I do it.
Not in a heavy way. Just a grateful one. š
If your dad showed love through what he did more than what he said, drop a comment and tell me his version.
Happy Father's Day to everyone here today, especially the quiet ones who said it without saying it. š„°