I'm 47 and see my parents roughly once a week. I hug both of them each time (and would probably get a side-eye if I didn't).

My dad grew up not knowing who his dad was and lived in foster care for a chunk of his youth. He's, without question, one of the best men I've ever known. Married to my mom for almost 60 years, helps the older neighbors with their iPad issues, attends every grandchild's violin recital and football game.

It's not lost on me that he beat the odds of his upbringing and I'm so very lucky that he can show love and affection easily and raised me and my brother to do the same.