Eat mor...chikin'? | Alicia Ann Photographers

I love me some sweet tea. And I always request it with only a little bit of ice. But, I don’t think I love it nearly as much as Adam. Especially sweet tea from a particular place.

I am not sure when I truly realized it.

It may have been when his eyes lit up with delight after I showed up on his doorstep with a sandwich and waffle fries which came from New Jersey and were, therefore, 3.5 hours old. Or maybe it was when we first sat down together at location in an airport and he stepped up to the register with the biggest smile I had ever seen on his face. Now that I think of it, though, I am pretty sure it was when I accidently did something that reeeeally upset him and we were due to shoot a wedding the next day – I knew I had to makeup with him quick, so I made the 1 hour detour on the way to the wedding in Maine just so he could have it. We went from driving 2 hours in silence to him all of a sudden being talkative. I swear, that is the ability this place has with him. Truth be told, though, I think the moment I truly realized it was this past week when we were driving down some road in Colorado Springs. I was texting my little heart out, as I do often, and he was navigating behind the wheel. All of a sudden he let out this gasp. Or maybe it was a shriek. Yes, a shriek reminiscent of that an 11 year old girl would let out. And the shriek had a sense of urgency in it. It was a now-or-never, do-or-die type of shriek. It communicated to me that something huge, potentially even life altering, was about to happen. In a matter of nanoseconds, before I could even look up to see what he was shrieking about, my mind raced to the worst possible scenarios I could think of – I was certain we were about to get in an accident and breathe our final breaths. Or maybe he just saw an 90 year old lady get hit by a semi. or maybe Pike’s Peak was crashing into the ground in front of him. Or, you know, something absurd like that. All I know is that this shriek scared me to death. I looked up to realize that his 11-year-old-like shriek was all because of one thing. A Chick-Fil-A restaurant.

Let me say that again: a Chick-Fil-A restaurant.

But not just any Chick-Fil-A…nope…this was a new one. One he had never seen before and one that none of his so-called friends told him about. I mean seriously, if they were truly a friend of Adam’s, they would have told him that Colorado Springs had a new Chick-Fil-A restaurant. And I am pretty sure that it was in that shriek-like moment that I realized just how serious this man is about his chickin’.

It started as we flew out of Hartford at 6AM on Saturday morning. Our layover was in Cincinnati, which e knew ahead of time had a Chick-fil-a. As soon as we stepped onto the airport grounds, he rushed to get in line. I believe it was around 8AM. I got a Starbucks Vivanno Smoothie (Orange Mango, thank you very much) and he, well he got his sandwich. He would have ordered a shake too, but they weren’t serving those yet. And thus began the week that I will forever refer to as the “Chick-Fil-A week.” I could also not-so-affectionately refer to it as the “Let’s gain 10lbs on our rear ends week.” Yeah. I am not sure if we ate there 6 or 7 times last week. Quite Frankly, I lost count. All I know is that my man was happy as could be with his 2 sandwiches, waffles fries and Cookies & Cream shake (on occasion switching it up to a chocolate shake). Oh, and a sweet tea. With little ice.

This was taken at our first stop in Cincinnati.

Thought this was adorable. Chick-Fil-A has food for the future clients!!! How cute!

We frequently would just go through the drive through. You know, on our way to mountain bike or hike. counter productive? Maybe. Worth it? Definitely.