I've been wanting to write about Zach for a while now,
because I think about him all the time and he makes me laugh.
A couple of months ago we needed to pull the car out of the garage for some reason,
so instead of just reversing and parking like a normal person...Zach puts it in neutral (our car is stick shift) and opens the door to tell me to push against it to stop it once it rolls down to its rightful place in the driveway.
I laugh and go along with it and get ready to stop it.
I was very confident in my car stopping ability, but then it didn't seem to be working.
So instead of pushing on the brakes, Zach laughs and jumps out of the car to help me.
For a second I thought we would be able to stop it but I guess it picked up too much speed (or our muscles need to grow. Not Zach's. ;) Just mine).
So the car was rolling away from our house, into the road, and towards the sidewalk/our neighbors house.
We were laughing so hard that it was hard for me to yell at Zach to get in the car and slam on the brakes, but I did....thank goodness.
It could have ended in disaster, but we survived, the car didn't crash, and our neighbors got a show.
We couldn't stop laughing, but through the laughs I told Zach to never do that again.
Another story that needs to be shared is a recurring one.
Zach and I read the scriptures every night and some nights we are both exhausted and kind of zone out (regrettably).
So, I was having a zoning out night, not listening when I should've been, when I finally realized that Zach was reading about things that didn't make sense AT ALL and didn't sound like scripture. I looked over at him shocked and confused...and he busted up laughing and said that he had been saying gibberish for quite some time.
So yes, this has happened more than once now.
I tried doing it to him, but he caught it right away. Dang. Maybe next time.
Well, that's a little piece of my Zachary Randall.
I love that he makes me laugh.
