Look a like not siblings


Aaron has a background in photography. Did you know that? He used to take Senior Photos, Engagement photos, even do Weddings and the occasional stock-shot of a car or house. He was the apprentice, if you will, of Dave DeJonge for a year and half or so. He took some amazing photos. Photos I love dearly and proudly display around our house.
Which is why he loathes the picture above. I made him do this with me. Made him. When I was 14 or so I would often times go to another Churches youth group and 2 of the leaders were dating. I totally wanted to be these leaders one day so naturally when they brought in a photo they had done at a studio complete with Western Wear and cowboy hats I vowed to myself that one day I would have a photo to boast of just like it.
Only, my boyfriend had a background in photography and didn’t like cowboy fare or Sears portrait studios. 3 strikes against my fantasy. But he loved me and I took full advantage of that fact to try to make this small dream of mine come true.
As you see, he won on the cowboy fare veto. There were no hats involved. But we totally matched otherwise, like siblings. Like look-a-like siblings who shared a kiss between each photo taken. Gross. Double gross, sick even.
He begrudgingly made it through the photo shoot for me but made me promise him we would never have to do that again, which I did promise, and have kept said promise to this day. But then the proofs came back and it was time to order a few prints, if we wanted. I wanted to, I wanted to get wallets and send them to my grandparents and I wanted to order the infamous 8X10 to frame and display on my desk at work.
Obviously you can see where this is going, Aaron might love me, but lets be real here for a minute. There’s no way in hell he was going to let me display a photo of us looking like siblings, without cowboy hats, anywhere within viewing range of a living soul. Not a chance. And the wallets? He still doesn’t like to talk about it, it’s a sore subject here at the Schaap household. I didn’t order any because I wanted to live to see the next sunrise. To enjoy the memory of this awful photo shoot experience years down the road and laugh uncontrollably at my stubborn stupidity and apologize until the day I die that I ever made him go through with something like this.

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