My You Story

          This blog is a bit hard to type tonight because Marc and I have both of our families together, but we wouldn't have it any other way. To top it all off, Marc surprised me with ANOTHER WEDDING today! All day long Marc was rushing me around here and there, and all day I'm complaining about being late when he's rushing me to get ready. So we get up, and immediately I'm cleaning the house and he's apparently working on getting our wedding together. Then we leave the house ahead of everyone else, while the rest of the family continues to get ready. I should've thought something from that point, but of course I didn't. After that we take our time at Target shopping for Christmas gifts and anything else we needed for the New Year's party. Once again, before we leave Marc decides to get Starbucks. Not only are we running late to this random event he tells me we have to get to, but he wants to drink our hot chocolates at the Starbucks. We're taki

          It's not even New Years Eve and I'm already freaking out. Not because of the actual new year, but because I want to create an amazing one for Marc and his family. This will be my first full year as part of their family, and tomorrow night I'm playing hostess for the party coming into the new year, no pressure. I've felt like part of the family since I've met all of them, but now it's real. They will no longer just have Marc in their lives, but me as well, and for my family the reverse. If you've read previous blogs, you know how much I love to impress Marc. This party is going to be a chance to do so. Bits and pieces of our families have come together at times, but tomorrow, the whole gang will be here. So, it is my challenge to make it great for Marc's family, my family, and most importantly Marc. We are all so blessed and lucky to have each other in our lives, it's so hard to describe all the reflecting that has been done this year. Go

          It's crazy to think today is day #5 of waking up as a wife, and day #4 of waking up in my new home. It has become so natural so quick, I couldn't be happier. Marc and I have already created a sort of routine so I'm excited about that too. I never thought I'd be excited to wake up when my husband did as he got ready for work and for me to go downstairs to let out the dog. It might be early and whoever is a negative nelly will say it will ware off, but I see this lasting with excitement for a long time. I get to lay down on the living room sofa, typing up our daily blog, and Marc tells me how tired he is making his long journey to work and can't wait to come back home. His family may be leaving in a few days, but having them around lately has been a blast. Yesterday we took a road trip, and it was definitely something new for all of us. I enjoyed having a long day with his family and my sister, only one thing could have made it better and that would have

          So yesterday was a big day. Marc and I announced our marriage and I got to spend time together with the most important women in our life. My mom, sister, aunt, Marc's mom Lina, and grandmom MamiLydia <3 Our families are finally coming together right before our eyes. Everyone gets along, and I couldn't be more relieved. Today is going to be interesting. As Marc and I woke up this morning he mentioned how different today would go. Usually he is in Philly with my family while I'm in Indiana either working or in school. Instead, today he is going to work, and I'm staying home with his family. It's cool to think, I'm home with my family, and not one person here is blood related to me. This is what we asked for, and we got exactly that. I thank Marc so much for giving me a family I adore and that I can enjoy their company. I stayed with his grandmom all day yesterday. It was definitely a girls v.s boys day. MamiLydia and I started the day by going f

                    So I may have left out a few details about what actually happened this weekend. On December 24, 2016 on Christmas Eve, I was lucky enough to have married my best friend <3 It was a long time coming and we finally did it! Obviously we had plans to get married, but if you know us and our relationship, we are far from traditional. Friday night, as we attempted to sleep the night before our wedding, I couldn't help but continuously wake up every half-hour to hour panicking we wouldn't wake up in time, and that our trip to Vegas would have been wasted. I was so excited and my stomach was turning. I couldn't believe I was finally going to be legally united with Marc. With only a couple hours of sleep, I don't think I've ever been so awake. We only had a few hours before the wedding after waking up, our jet lag was killer, but we were pumped. I know it's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding, but getting ready with Marc was so much fun.

You know it's real when you start changing your house address to be the same as your significant others. Or when your parents give all your old stuff for the other to take home. Or when you're organizing shoe racks and closets to fill both of your things together. Or when you buy home decorations for the living room. Or when you bring your little sister over to the house for the first time and give her the grand tour of the house all by yourself, because it is officially your home too. I may have five more months of school, but I am so excited to know I'm halfway home already. I can finally say I have a home with the person I love dearly. I can walk around, no makeup, dressed in pj's, hair thrown up, and still feel like a million bucks because I have one person and one person only to impress, and he loves me just like that, scrub-like and all. It's funny to think, I don't play video games at all, but this morning, that's all I wanted to do with Marc, beca

          This Christmas will go down in the books for sure. Remember a couple weeks ago when I told you guys about the shampoo/conditioner that I had been raving about that I came home to in the shower? Well, Marc did it again. Not with the shampoo, but with something I love, and the things he does in my presence. When you're tired, it's real easy to get irritated and agitated with others, but if you can enjoy that time together, it's precious. If you know me, you know how big I am in baking and and food in general. I love watching Food Network and watching my favorite chefs/bakers. This weekend I had the best steak of my life, a nice big pulled pork sandwich from Guy Fieri's restaurant, and a cupcake and cookie from Cupcake War's Sprinkles. This weekend Marc kept repeating "I'm going to spoil you", and spoil me he did. And when I say spoil, once again, by no means do I mean with the things tangible things he gives me. What guy at 1am is going to ru

          It's the day before our favorite holiday, and we couldn't be having any more fun together. We're doing things we love to do, travel, eat, explore, and doing it side by side. Tomorrow we'll be with our families and enjoying  our life long company. You know how when you're so excited for things, you just don't know how to explain them and are at a loss for words? That's me right now. This year, so much has happened. We've had our highest highs, and our lowest lows and still managed to pull through. We've had our doubters and continue to show them otherwise. Never have I been so confident in the relationship we have built together. It just makes me wonder what amazing things we have in store. I don't know why, but I'm actually getting choked up just thinking about and reflecting what a year we've had. But I gotta keep it together because you're close and I don't want you to think something is wrong. Just think, in a fe

Surprise! Marc always knows how to pull off a surprise. Let's see what he has in store for me this weekend! Follow our videos on YouTube to find out! With love always, Becca P.s. You'll never guess where we are!!

          If you've been a reader for the past couple of months, you would see that I'm big on tradition. About this time last year I asked Marc if we could start our own traditions. We didn't quite get our stuff together, but we're finally making things our own. I remember thinking when I was younger, how I couldn't wait to have traditions with my significant other. I wanted there to be moments that were special to us. Thanksgiving, this year, was definitely something special to us. We both love doing things for others, so naturally, giving food out to the homeless had to be something we started as a tradition. We have our next major holiday in three days, and who knows what kind of new traditions we will start. I may be getting ahead of myself already, but New Years will be a huge high light for our families. You know how when you first start dating someone, you wonder how your families are going to be together? You're nervous because you want everything an

          We all speak about how much we never want to be taken for granted. But do we ever really think about us taking someone else for granted? Nope, and why is that? Because humans by nature are selfish. But... And there is a but... When you love someone, and vow up and down how much they mean to you, you really have to think back to yourself and say,"Am I treating them with the respect they deserve? Am I showing them just how much I love them?" Last night Marc tagged me in a post on Facebook, and I loved the video I was watching. You might have seen this video before, but I'll tag it down below so you can see why it touched my heart so much. I say over and over again how grateful I am to have Marc around, and I pray all the time thanking God for placing him in my life. He really was heaven sent. He's my reality check, my fantasy, my everything. You'd never know how to respect and love someone until you have become completely vulnerable. If you have your guard

          Have you ever had a dream so real, that you wake up to find out if it was true or not? Well, last night I had one of those, and best believe the first thing I did was check my phone. If you read my blogs daily, I think you can tell just how much I admire Marc. And last night, out of the blue, in my dream, I woke up to a text that said, "I'm sorry, but we have to go our separate ways". I'm not even sure what happened the rest of my dream other than drinking some really sweet juice/water thing (I know, weird), but that part of the dream just felt so real. The moment my alarm went of this morning, I grabbed my phone to read through our texts to make sure I didn't actually read that. I was so tired last night, for a second I genuinely thought maybe I read it somewhere and that I was passing it. I don't know what triggered that dream, but it scared the day lights out of me. So once I figure out it was all a dream, I of course text Marc because my heart

          Growing up, I'm pretty sure every girl has talked about this with their friends, me included. There was always one person that stood out to us, and could do no wrong. They could be your close friend, distant friend, someone you dated in the past, what ever, but there was some THING about them that drew you in. Not everyone is lucky enough to be their one's one. In high school, there was really nothing wrong with mine and Marc's relationship, I think that's why it was something I just couldn't let go. We were just young, and didn't know what we wanted quite yet. I mean, come on, we were only 14 and 15. (You could probably still say that now at our age, but we're going to let it slide) Throughout those years, we may have dated other people, but we always remained friends. Not close friends, but I could never just ignore Marc, and he had my back too. How many people can say they are at least cordial with their ex's, let alone cool with each oth

Have you ever wondered how opposites attract? I'm still wondering that same thing. It's weird to think, people who are so different from each other can work together so well. Of course they are going to have moments of disagreement because of their differences, but realizing those differences is a big part of accepting them. And sometimes the things we think are differences, aren't. Let's say I am super emotional and I need to let out tears to get over my anger before I can have a conversation about anything, and let's say Marc needs to blow off some steam before he can talk. They're kind of the same thing. We both need space, and we're probably both super stubborn (stubborn is definitely the word). But you see how things can be similar. We both talk to people in different ways, but in the end, we both want to help people in any way we can (he's a lot better at it than me). I'm pretty go-with-the-flow, and sometimes need to care about this a littl

When you look around, what do you see? I'll tell you what I see. I see a giant window fan, a beautiful bunch of roses, a picture of Marc and I on one of our dates, a card Marc laid under my pillow, a small note on my desk saying "I love you", a beautiful hand made elephant blanket from India, and so much more. The point is, what do you surround yourself with? Every morning when I see those things, I know exactly where they came from, and I know they all came with love. Marc, at some point when I wasn't around, was thinking about me. They say you are who you surround yourself with, but are you what you surround yourself with? I'd like to think so. Look at the people you have around you. They're most likely loved ones, or coworkers, or pets (they're loved ones too), etc., but do those people love you, appreciate you, or find comfort in having you around? If so, you're probably hanging around the right people. I love leaving the house and coming back t

Hey, babe, do you remember when I worked at Mandee and you used to wait for me outside as I left work? I don't know why that popped in my head this morning, but it did. I wanted to tell you right away, but I'm glad I didn't because I loved how our phone call just went. You might not be right here with me at this moment, but that call is exactly what I needed after my last final and a long day at work. Talking to you is like a breath of fresh air. Of all the nicknames I've given you over the years, Sunshine remains the favorite. Think about it. When you wake up in the morning, what would you rather be greeted into the world for the day with? A beautiful sun shining, or clouds and rain? I don't know about you, but I prefer beautiful weather over a stormy day any day. On days when it's bright and sunny out, don't you tend to feel better? And when it's raining and cloudy, the day just feels so drab. With you around, both figuratively and not, my day honest

When you have a boss of a fiance, who excels in school and can help you with everything, you tend to want to show them off. So, here I am, showing Marc off. Today is my first day of finals week, and yesterday I was riding the true struggle bus finishing up my last big paper of the semester. When I say it took me all day yesterday to write a crap paper, I'm not kidding. From about 10am to 3:30pm, I was breaking my brain, trying to figure out how to get motivated to make this paper the slightest bit better. As always, I went to my saving grace Marc. Without hesitation he offered to stay up late to help me fix my paper. That's a big deal because by the time Marc gets home, he's exhausted. As soon as he got home last night, he was right on my paper, giving me little hints on where I could expand, reword, and tweek the paper. I'm not gonna lie, it was probably the worst paper I have ever written. I was embarrassed to have Marc even reading it, and not at one point did he

No, we aren't taking a road trip any time soon, but I was just reminded about when Marc and I used to make our long travels back and forth from Indiana to Philly, as I leave the Honda dealership. At first I was just excited because every trip back home included me. And I'm pretty sure Marc knew how much that meant to me. But the trip itself, well they were exactly and metaphorically that. A trip. During our 4 to 5 hour drives we would talk about so much. And sometimes we spoke very little after getting upset with each other. It's funny to think that any time I got mad I would do that dramatic look out the window for the rest of the drive. Yeah, I'm a drama queen. But on the drives where we spoke, they were great looking back. Even if I was crying babe. You guys are probably thinking, if you were crying, how were the talks so great? I'll tell you why. Freshman year coming up to college, I was having a rough time. I was only taking 4 classes, I was missing home, an

No, relationships are not a game, I'm just taking a dive into something I think Marc would appreciate. This is to all the cynical people who are doubtful of relationships and believe you cannot have a truly happy relationship. So, I'll break it down, hopefully my little bits of research, and Marc's explanation serve me well for this moment. But a zero sum game is either one of two things that has to do with two or more parties. First thing, either one party wins at the expense of another's loss. You would think, eh yeah that's pretty much how it goes. Or second, neither party wins nor loses. Which doesn't sound very helpful either. Now I'll put that into relationship words. The point of a long lasting relationship is for individuals to grow together, correct? Not for one or the other to get ahead at their partners expense. If I'm constantly putting Marc down for my own benefit, that's not a happy or healthy relationship. Of course that relationsh

It's a Monday, and we're left back in reality. The weekend has come and gone, and we're left with amazing memories and two beautiful paintings. Every time we get together and leave, I am already looking forward to the next time we'll be together. And usually we only get to see each other for a couple of days, but the next time I come home, I'll be there for over a week, and that's so exciting. I haven't been home for that long since last year around the same time. When you spoke about time this past Thanksgiving, you were so true about its importance and value. We don't give time enough credit. When is the next time I'll see you? A week and a couple days. About how much time did you spend here in Indiana? About 44 hours. How much time of those 44 hours did we actually spend together? About 33 hours. And of those 33 hours together, 16 of those were sleeping. Leaving us with only 17 hours of the total 44. We were able to spend just under 40% of our t

So last night was pretty fun! Our skills are pretty darn good aren't they? Sikkkee. We wish that's what our paintings looked like. I told you guys earlier in the week I wanted to surprise Marc with an adventure, and I definitely did that. At first I was thinking dinner and a movie, but then I continued to look cause I wanted to do something different. So I Googled away while I was at work, and I knew this was our date for the night. Two seconds later, I was on the phone with Painting With a Twist and booking our spots for the soonest night class. It started out a little rocky and we were having trouble painting simple circles, but we eventually caught on. Who knew drinks and painting could be so much fun. It was so funny to watch Marc's perfectionist self trying to make a perfect circle. We all know that's impossible. But after about two and a half hours of dotting, blending, and doubting our painting skills, we ended up with half decent pictures. Marc was the jokest

Do you ever just get into those moments when you can see the future right before your eyes? It's a pretty great feeling. I don't want to have any expectations for the future because anything can happen at a moments notice, but it's still fun to think of what could be. It's cool to think, when I was 14, I spotted Marc from a bus, and knew I wanted to get to know him. Not at all did I think we could get this far in that moment. I was just a girl with a crush, and now, eight years later, I'm a girl who's engaged to her best friend. In five years from now I could be back in Philadelphia living with my husband. Can you believe that? I'll be able to call him my husband. Hopefully we'll be waking up sometime around now because that's what you do when you're adulting, and I'd be getting ready to walk Herky as Marc catches an extra five to ten minutes of sleep. I'm trying to picture kids, but we'll let that happen when it happens haha. I&#

Like you guys already know, I look for a picture every morning to add to the blog. Well today something happened as I was looking for a picture to add, and I had the greatest idea ever! Only one set back, I can't tell you guys because I want it to be a surprise. The reason I am saying I have a secret out to the public is because I know it'll keep me from telling Marc, the real person I am trying to keep this secret from. Marc doesn't do well with surprises, he asks a million and three questions all the time, and either ends up figuring it out, or a blab and tell him. Just know that something is coming. I can't say when, but know it is happening! Marc, I love you, but don't ask a single question, please. This will be great! With love always, Becca P.s. Shhhhhh!

We all have those people that we look up to, and of course I look up to Marc. But before Marc, I knew I wanted a love like what my grandpa had. I'd like to believe that I love Marc as much as my grandpa loves my grandma. And I'll tell you why. Growing up watching the way they moved around each other and how well they knew each other was definitely something worth watching. Whenever I took them grocery shopping they both would just grab away, and always knew what the other was going to get, never grabbing the same thing. That sounds small, but it's really not. I guess things like that come easy when you're married 50+ years. A couple weeks ago when I was home, I went to go chill with my grandparents for a little and my grandpa ended up having a doctors appointment, so I stayed with my grandmom. The appointment took a lot longer than expected and my grandmom began to worry. So much that she started to cry, wondering why he was taking so long. In the moment I was even p

Ok, you guys are  probably wondering, why the heck is there a picture of a chocolate milk carton? I promise to you, Marc is probably smiling right now, and partially jealous that I have one (I'll have one here ready for you when you get here babe) But this single carton of milk brings back sooooo many memories of my freshman year here at IUP, and I know it brings back tons on memories for his freshman year, because he seriously overloaded on chocolate milk that year cause he could. Anyway, the whole reason this chocolate milk is so important is because this is one thing, yet again, that I used to bring Marc around. I'm seriously looking at this carton like, wow, you are amazing. My freshman year I had a meal plan, and with that meal plan, whenever I would get breakfast, I could get a milk as part of the breakfast, and I did. Marc was lucky to be on campus the year before where they could get 3 milks for one meal swipe. That changed my year, and I was only allowed 1 milk per

I've told you guys before how much Marc and I love to go out and eat together, and the love is real (between both us and the food of course). But everyday as I look through my pictures, and try to figure out which would be best for the blog, I always end up feeling nostalgic or something. Today it's excitement. Even though Marc and I see each other every couple of weeks, those weeks feel more like months. What people don't realize, is that it's easy to feel lonely when you don't have the people that truly matter in your life around. Freshman year I had become so homesick because of how much I missed my family. I can honestly say, Marc always made me feel at home when he was around. And now, I'm stuck without my family or Marc, so being up here in Indiana is no easy task. Thank goodness I have our cute little pup with me. But the reason I felt so excited today is because I am able to countdown the days I will see my love next. It sucks not knowing when we

Well babe, it is my last week of classes and I can say you've taught me so much this semester from afar, and so much in the weekend alone. When I say, Marc got the cry baby of the sisters, I'm not kidding. You know how you hear about people who cry because they see something like a rock? To put it into perspective, that's me. I pretty much get scared, paranoid, and emotional over everything. Hence, why school this semester has been crazy without Marc by my side being able to comfort me the way he once had. But he has done a great job of helping me and guiding me through school when I need it. And sometimes the best lessons you learn aren't even in school. If you know what I'm studying (Sociology), you know my major is nothing but a bunch of people who are trying to save the world. That's a lot of pressure when tons of people could care less about anyone but themselves, or anything that won't affect them. Your eyes have to be peeled back 24/7 because

This is a weird one, but I must share. Let's start with the normal stuff first. I usually speak about things in general or old stories, but today we're going to get into yesterday and this crazy dream I had. I'm pretty sure you can tell school has me stressed out completely and I'm exhausted. (Seriously exhausted). When I came home last night, I knew I wanted to do some work, but I was dragging my feet getting to it. When I say Marc came through, in no way am I kidding. Whenever I do work, I start, then five minutes later I'll eat, and then start again, and then ten minutes later go walk my dog, and so on. Its horrible. But last night, I felt like Marc was physically here with me, rooting me on. The simple words of motivation really kept me going last night. Without his words for me not to give up, quick tid bits of laughter, and telling me how proud he was of me, I might have given up. Instead each time he said something, I got excited because I love to make Mar

Do you ever get tired and wonder how you're going to make it through the day without having some type of meltdown? Yupp, today is that day for me. You wake up and realize there are 1,045,323 things to do, and you have one week to do it all. That's not hard, right? Wrong. So once you reach this point you either give up or look for something that is going to help you get the ball rolling, and I think I found my thing. I have one week of classes left and one week of finals before I have one semester left and all I can think about is how the heck am I going to finish all these projects and presentations in two weeks. I've never been one to stay up past my bed time to do homework (because I'm an old lady and I need my sleep), but Marc always knew when and how to sacrifice. I struggle with giving up things that I want like time to myself, watching tv, wanting to sleep, doing anything other than school work until the last minute, and I need to change that. So here is what I

How come we never get the guys point of view when they are about to propose? That's an honest question. You've heard how I felt when he proposed numerous times. I was shocked, excited, nervous, everything. Looking at Marc he was cool, calm, and collected. And even thinking back to the day, he was so calm and normal, that was probably why I was as shocked as I was. Had that been me, I would have spilled the beans or spoken about the engagement before it actually happened by accident. I've already asked Marc how he felt that day, and even when I actually know, I'm amazed at how relaxed he was. He was more nervous about picking the ring (which he didn't have to be, I would've loved any ring babe, the commitment is worth way more, but thank you for this BOMB ring). Any who, let's say we didn't know how Marc felt during that day, and let's give a play by play voice over of what I think would have been going through his head that day. Engagement Day:

By now, you know Marc loves him some Sara. She may have an attitude and be super feisty, but she wasn't always that way. When Marc first came into my life I was 14 (wow that's young now that I look back) and Sara was 9. Naturally, what boyfriend wouldn't think she was the cutest thing ever. But here's where I kind of used Sara. (Secret's out) Whenever Marc wasn't around or when he went to college, I didn't quite have the balls yet to just ask him to hang out with me. I don't know if you remember this babe, but I would always say that Sara missed you and that you should come see her (I was not smooth at all). I guess it worked, because you would come over and Sara is still your little one. Looking back, there are so many ways I was trying to get you to come around, I almost want to call myself pathetic, but then I look down at my left hand and realize it was all worth it. Who would've thought your little munchkin would be a helper of mine to bring