Smith...party of 4, and other Dad memories...

I have no idea what made me think of this tonight, but I always laugh when we go to restaurants and they have to put us on the list. When I was younger and we would go out to dinner, the host would ask for our name to put us on the waiting list and my dad would always tell them Smith. I remember asking him why and he would say that Smith was so much easier than Cobbley. Well, maybe he was just helping me practice for later in life when "Smith, party of 4" would be the reality!

Then, thinking about funny things my dad has done, I remembered the time we were driving to Park City and I told him to point to his head and say Mark Twain's initials. (I was young...I know it's a lame joke.) Anyway, he pointed to his head and said, "S.C." No dad, not YOUR intials (Steve Cobbley) Mark Twain's. Again he said, S.C. He then explained that Mark Twain was a pen name and Samuel Clemens was his real name. That blew my mind. That was the first time I learned what a pen name was.

A couple of weeks ago at the YW General Meeting, we sang "High On A Mountain Top". Love, love, love this song. It always makes me think of my dad and hiking Mt. Timp. We finally get up to the saddle and dad pulls out some papers with the words to this song on it and tells us it's always been his dream to hike up to the top of a mountain and sing it. We did. I'll never forget how amazing that was. {Insert chills here}. In fact...I'm thinking I may need to revist this again this summer. Anyone want to join me?

Anyway, I know it's almost Mother's Day, but tonight I found myself smiling about "My Dad". Quotes are for you dad...you'll get it. Love ya.