My You Story

          Late nights on video chat, voice calls, texting, you name it. We've all done with our significant others. I had to mention this today because last night Marc and I had one of those nights. But it wasn't like how it use to be. We're seriously getting old, and my exhaustion today is telling me, growing up is real. I'm not sure if Marc remembers this, but in high school when we'd get ready to go to bed, I would have a routine. As he got ready I'd watch Netflix (Extreme Couponing to be exact), until he got out of the shower and called me back. We'd have those moments of, "No you hang up first," "No you hang up first" (Well, this still happens), but you get what I'm saying. Another thing I'd do, is want to fall asleep on the phone together, so it felt like we'd be together (Oh lord, I'm laughing). It never worked though, because the moment I say I'm tired, I'm two seconds from being knocked out, and Marc is

          In case it isn't painfully obvious, I've been in a pretty great mood lately. You know how in astrology they're always saying the moons are aligning and the stars are falling into place and blah blah blah? Well, right now, that's exactly how I feel. When Marc and I are on a roll, it honestly feels like the world can't stop us. Even when we begin to do small things, it feels like everything is changing. This weekend, I was pretty focused on work and school, and I mentioned it in another post, but I really am becoming Marc. I can't believe I just said that again, haha. But seriously, I'm enjoying having his hard work ethic rub off. All of last semester and the beginning of this semester I wanted so badly to just have his motivation, but I was constantly fighting with my inner self. I knew I wanted to do big things, and the only person holding me back was myself. I'm not sure what Marc said to me that helped everything click, but I have him to t

          Words seriously can't explain the excitement I woke up with this morning. All I could about think was, in exactly one week, I'll be waking up next to my husband to head out to church. I haven't been home since the beginning of January, and it feels even longer. It's not like I haven't seen Marc since then, but it's just so much better when we are able to relax in our own home together, not having to worry about other people being around. Just our little family. Plus, the fact that next weekend is Marc's birthday weekend is definitely going to make it that much more fun. Every year, Marc has pretty much given me the best birthday experiences, so I always want to make sure I give him great one's as well. I don't think I can do any better than a proposal, but I can try hahaha. The only thing I'm sad about is that I won't be coming home permanently. I just have to think to myself, the moment I get home, I'll be halfway through th

          I don't think there is anything more attractive than coming out of work, asking your husband where he's at, and finding out he's on a dinner date with his mom. Somebody please come pick up my jaw, I'm drooling. And it just gets better because he's not the only one who loves his mom. Today's blog is probably going to be a little weird but not really, it's still stuff that matters. Have you ever seen that movie Monster In Law ? Well I have the exact opposite relationship with my mother-in-law. I honestly don't think I could've picked one any better. Sorry babe, this whole time I've actually been looking at your mom, hahah jkjk ok that was weird, but you get the joke. Growing up loving that movie, I was honestly petrified of having a future mother-in-law. I thought she was going to feed me things I was allergic to, trick me into things, and try to prevent the marriage from happening. Instead I found a mother-in-law who I can go on break

          Last night I spoke about habits, and wanting to fix one of mine. I usually write the blog when I get the chance during the day. Sometimes I am wide awake in the morning, and other days I'm struggling just to get dressed in time for class. It's currently 9:12 and I am slacking. Am I completely slacking? No, but I want to get things back to making it easier for Marc to read, and to have something to lift him up before his long day at work. That is pretty much the reason I try to write these blogs every morning, so he can start off his day right. I mean, going to sleep happy works too, but you can't enjoy something that happened asleep as much as you can awake. And if Marc is anything like me, he'll read over these or think about the blogs throughout the day. I know I've already mentioned this, but I'm super excited for Marc's birthday. It's not even my birthday, but I'm pumped. I guess it's because I like to have any excuse to have our

          Today is probably the first day that the title and blog post have nothing to do with each other really, except for a small little part at the end. Anyway, I feel like I get asked a few common questions very often in regards to the blog. I usually get a, "How do you come up with something to write about every single day?", "Don't you ever forget, or get close to running out of time during the day?" etc. Here are some answers. When it comes to writing something everyday, trust and believe me, it is no easy task. Sometimes I know exactly what I want to write about, other days I look through old pictures, some days I'll browse the internet for other blogs or inspirational videos, music, etc. Finding my inspiration can be a challenge, but once I find something that means anything at all to Marc and I, I cruise through the writing process. After all, talking about your husband is fun and at times interesting to say the least. Do I ever forget? Absolut

          If you know Marc, you know he's probably one of the most caring people you'll ever meet, and probably one of the most intimidating people you'll ever meet too. When Marc pushes people beyond their limits, it really is about him wanting the best for them. All year long, I've been speaking about showing him that I'm trying to achieve greatness for us both. I've definitely struggled this school year with motivation and fear. I'm constantly scared about not getting as far as I can with school or a future job, even though I am actively working toward the future. But for a couple of months, my fear has reached a whole new high. I've been overly emotional not only with school or work, but in my relationship with Marc. I know how hard he has worked, and I'm always scared that I won't be able to reach him. I know this is a common senior college students thought, but they are most definitely valid. I have to keep reminding myself, Marc was sca

          I don't know about you, but I believe it. I guess it's like when one twin gets sick, the other does too. Only this is cooler. Because were 200+ miles away, and in no way are our genes similar, that'd be creepy. I've been feeling really crappy for the past couple of days, feeling nauseous and tired. I wasn't sure if it was the bug going around here in Indiana or what, but I made sure to load up on soda and eating, when my stomach would let me. All night long last night I complained about feeling like I was going to puke, and all night long Marc tried to help (even if I was being a butt and not trying to listen). You just don't want to hear anything when you feel like caca. Anywho, guess who wakes up feeling nauseous today? My one and only husband, Marc A. Colón! So much for me thinking it was an Indiana bug. I guess it's a Colón bug going around. Be careful Colóns! So all day we're going back and forth about feeling like poop, wanting our day

          When you think of the perfect song what do you hear? Do you hear strong emotion behind the beautiful lyrics being sung? Or do you feel the beat vibrating your body with force? When I think of my perfect song I think of our journey. I think of the things we have overcome. We'd start out our first verse with you in my sight. How in that moment, my everything had been taken over by you. You'd hear nothing but smooth rhythm and blues with that soulful sound in the background that you can just vibe from. You'd hear the sound of my heart beating slowly but strong enough to hear beyond the insides of my body. Our first words to one another. Everything was seamless. A girl eager to find her true love, and a guy looking to resemble his godparents relationship. There is nothing like young love. The passion is there. The fight is there. The love, it is all there. The song would mention the hardships we've faced and how we were able to fight unforgivingly against the n

          Where in the world am I going with this one, right? Let me show you. I've had Herky two years longer than I've known Marc and I don't think I could live without either of them. They both had me hooked from the start and once I laid eyes on them, I knew they would both eventually be mine. There's nothing like coming home to a happy boy who just wants his tummy rubbed by me (both dog and husband that is). Or to see an eager face that just wants to be in my company. Or to have a love bug that just wants to cuddle all day. They say a dog is a man's best friend and we as humans are lucky to have dogs. A lot of people say that of husbands as well. Usually in a joking manner, but for me, never. I never have to imagine a perfect world when I have both Herky and Marc in my company because I'm already in it. You know how in the movies you see the guy and girl holding hands strolling through a random park with their dog running ahead chasing whatever smell it

          I'm going to take a small guess and say that I think Marc kind of, sort of, may very possibly, sometimes like me. <----- No exaggeration there haha. And I guess I can say I think I like him most of the time, but neither he or anyone else will realize how much I actually love him. I know butterflies in your tummy are normal and all, but I think mine are different. I try very hard to explain how my stomach gets when I talk, think, see, smell, or anything Marc, but I don't think I ever give it enough justice. It's like the bottom of my stomach sinks when you're on a roller coaster going down a straight drop from 100+ feet in the air, you just want to giggle and laugh because you feel that weird goofy feeling of being tickled, smelling your favorite home cooked meal or dessert, and in that moment, the world is perfect. *release the air from your lungs and feel the love* Nothing else matters, and you don't want anything else to ever matter. You just want

          Today I found myself looking through Marc's pictures on Facebook and remembering back to who he was at the time of the photo. I've only been around for 8 years of his life, but I feel like I've seen him grow so much, and I know he has seen the same for me. Whenever I get a glimpse of younger Marc, I always try to figure out what he was like. I make this joke about Marc, I feel like he was never a young kid. It seems like for as long as I've known him, he had the persona of a 40 year old man working on his life long career. I just imagine Marc as an eight year old reading up on stocks to invest in and trades. Or ironing a little business suit preparing for 5th grade graduation.  I don't know. I just wish I had gotten the chance to meet little Marc. I just keep saying to myself, hopefully eventually we will have a little Marc of our own one day. Cause lord knows, we'll have no idea what to expect with a little Becca. I can't wait for the day when

          I've mentioned it once before, but I love watching reality love shows. Whether it's The Bachelor, Are You The One, Married at First Sight, any of them really. It may be because of the drama that you get to witness, and the "reality" of it, but every once in a while you see something on these shows. You see the true feelings people might have. They speak about their match, and their true love, and there is something about the way their eyes look that show you, past all of the scripting of the shows, there is an actual sliver of reality. You know someone is hurting when you can feel and understand the tears they cry. Or feel the butterflies with your actual partner with the way they describe their feelings. It's funny because I honestly believe Marc and I are meant to be together. Fate really happened. No matter what would have happened, I know for a fact he is my soul mate. I will never have a connection with someone the way I do with him. Maybe it'

          This morning I caught myself messing up my usual routine. Every Tuesday night, I make sure to remind Marc to take out the trash. It's usually pretty easy to remember because we have the same trash day here all the way over in Indiana. As soon as I woke up I sent the text about the trash hoping that 1. the trash wasn't already picked up and 2. that Marc has enough time to take out the trash before heading out to work. Why stress over the trash? I'm not stressing over the trash, but I like to be helpful from afar. Remembering the trash is reminding myself and Marc that I'm not just thinking about getting through school, but I'm actively trying to be a wife. After all, that is what a wife is for right? To do what ever the husband wants? (That's a joke guys) But on a serious note, a personal alarm clock is never an issue. It's kind of fun to wake Marc up at the crack of dawn because I have to walk Hercules. I love making breakfast for two, early i

          I didn't forget. Not for a second! I was talking about Marc pretty much all day. To professors and to coworkers, it's fun to talk about my boo bear. At work I laughed at all the guys running around looking for last minute flowers and chocolates while thinking about the great weekend I had with Marc. Of course I miss having him here on this actual day, but knowing I have a loving husband at home is all the Valentine's Day gift that I need. With him, every day is Valentine's Day. Every single day Marc let's me know how much he loves me. Today with him 200+ miles away and I still feel super ooey gooey on the inside. I had the best weekend ever with him and can replay it in my head all day long. I can't wait for the many Valentine's Day, Christmas', Thanksgivings, birthdays, etc. with my love. So far we've had Christmas, New Year's, and Valentine's Day together and they've all been the best holidays ever. I don't think I coul

          I didn't whine about not having Marc around yesterday, and I do recall saying don't get used to it because I knew this was coming. Things are just so much easier with him around. I get to have company, hang out with my right hand man, joke about dumb stuff, watch our shows together, and so much more. I'm honestly replaying us making the cookie dough together over and over again because it was just that comical. Or us catching up on things that have been going on besides the things we speak about in our daily texts. Or having someone else besides me walk Herky. Having your own personal cheerleader walk beside you everywhere you go. The list goes on and on really. I just really feel lucky. You know the saying, "If you look good, you feel good"? Well I'm having something like that. Not so much with looking good to feel good, but feeling good to be good. And when I say good, I mean to be a good wife. To be a confident wife. To be a strong backbone of

          I know usually when Marc leaves I talk about how much I already miss him, and today, I'll save you from my gooey-ness (don't get used to it though). Instead I'm going to talk about the big moments we all have in our relationships. I know, so much for not being super gooey, but this is more serious than it sounds. I won't get into details about what happened with Marc and I this weekend, but I will let you know this weekend was a game changer. Most definitely for the better. You know greatness is approaching when you are able to accomplish things that before seemed impossible. Every conversation might as well be a game changer because we really are always learning. Everyday in a relationship is like taking a 400 level chem class with the background knowledge in liberal studies fine art classes. Yeah I know, how in the world will we ever get through it? Having an amazing partner can truly get you far. As a great partner would do, they'd break everything d

          Last night I swore up and down I would finally successfully surprise Marc. Oh, how wrong was I. I tried telling him I was typing up a last minute assignment for class and he fooled me instead. As I was cooking he bothered me about not having the blog up earlier since it was going on 9:30pm. I tried giggling and playing it off, saying I would get it done right after I finished cooking. He even took videos asking why I wasn't writing the blog earlier in the day as proof. Midway through making the cookie dough he said, "Ah ha! I know what it is!" I honestly thought I was going to tell him he was wrong. Instead he guessed the exact thing we were making. I had no clue how he knew! We didn't even make it right! So I was upset because as usual, my surprise didn't work. Then he went on to tell me that I had already told him. I was confused because I knew for a fact I had not told him what we were going to make. I shouldn't have done that "school assi

        So our weekend started a bit earlier than I had expected. Last night as I was preparing for bed, I get a surprise text from Marc saying to open the door, and I was beyond shocked to see him already here. I know, I know, he's always getting me with these surprises. But today I want to surprise him with something I am almost certain he will enjoy. Early today we went food shopping and I bought a few random ingredients to make a dessert with him. I know how much he loves chocolate chip cookie dough, so tonight, that will be the dessert on the menu. He just doesn't know it yet. It was funny because I had him guessing about what it could be that I was making, and he had no clue because of the brown sugar. I kept telling him that it was something that he loves, and of course, usual Marc asked me random questions to figure out the answer. Where do I eat this? A restaurant? Fast food? Where? But I couldn't answer his questions because he'd know right away. For the pa

          Yesterday I mentioned to you guys how Marc would challenge me to get straight A's every semester. Well that isn't the only thing he would challenge me to do. A couple weeks ago, maybe even a month ago, Marc gave me a book to read. At this point, Marc has probably given me a good few books to read, and I absolutely hate reading. As a sociology major, I feel like that's all I ever do, so I typically stay away from books. I mentioned to you all which book it was and how inspiring it had made me after only the first few chapters, and I can finally say I finished it last night. Marc wanted to see if I could have it finished by this weekend and I did it. Finishing a book in itself is kind of an accomplishment for me, but the moment I finished the book, I immediately told Marc because I had to show him I did it. His response was exactly why I actually read the book. He let me know that he was a proud husband. Sometimes people don't realize how much the little thin

          It's only been two and a half weeks of school and I'm already at my wits end. Sometimes when I get in these moods I remind myself this is why Marc wanted to have everything set before entering a relationship. He wanted to be able to provide what he wanted to offer in a relationship. Marc was smart for keeping his mind set for the long run. It's hard to do that sometimes, but he always knew how to keep focused. I've struggled with being motivated for a long time, but when I see how far he has come, it's almost impossible not to be motivated. I remember every semester Marc was here with me, he'd challenge me to get straight A's. I honestly thought it would be mission impossible. With his constant encouragement last semester I was able to pull it off while taking 18 credits and working 30+ hours a week. I know this semester will be no different having him push me to finish strong. I haven't spoke about appreciation for a while, and I need to ge

          In my final semester of college, I have been pushed to do much research not only in class but on my own. I found it interesting that in both my research methods and medical sociology classes today, we were taught to think about the sciences and statistics behind certain social phenomena. Not only has school been pushing these ideas in my head, but if you haven't read my "I hope she doesn't read this" blog post, you might want to check it out after watching this video. I pretty much rant about how love is so much more than just science, and I still do believe that, I just thought it would be interesting to have love defined through another perspective. Marc, I hope you were taking notes. What are your thoughts? I'm curious to know. With love always, Becca Colón P.s. I can't wait for my cuddle hormone to rage this weekend. Early Valentine's day could not come soon enough.

          If you're already mad because of the title, take a chill pill, it's not what you think love. Sometimes it's the things that we hate, are the things we love the most. So I created a list inspired by a movie I've never watched, and a song I'm not the biggest fan of. It's funny to think the people we love the most always get the short end of the stick. Why is that? People who we don't know at all always seem to get the better side of us, and yet the ones we love and love us back get the crappy real person. I can't imagine how much you hate me considering you got stuck with a wife who makes you read a paragraph everyday about nonsense that she writes. In case you haven't caught onto the irony of this post yet, here it is. 1. I hate how you make my cheeks hurt from smiling too much. 2. I hate how you make me sad when you leave the room. 3. I hate how you make me cry with tears of laughter. 4. I hate how you make me feel beautiful when I&

          Just as of this past year and a half I've been pretty much hell bent on trying to come up with new traditions with Marc, and a couple weeks ago I realized we'd be breaking tradition today. For the past couple years I've spent Superbowl Sunday with Marc and his roommates. It's weird thinking I won't be making his favorite game watching dip for him later. I remember my first Superbowl Sunday with him like it was yesterday. Honestly, I can picture myself in the room where we watched the game, everyone chowing down on chips and dip. It was funny because the game was split into two rooms, so you can imagine the screaming back and forth. Before Marc, me and football............ Well, let's just say you'd never say them in a sentence together. After a few years with Marc, I can now at least understand the game somewhat on my own. I still have a few questions here and there, but our first time watching the game together was I believe two years ago. I ha

          Who knew The Sandlot could be such a romantic movie. On my way home from work today I heard Nicki Minaj's Moment 4 Life, and I thought it was a sign to write about a moment in time since that song played last night as I was getting ready for bed too. So I go to type in Moment 4 Life to see what good lyrics I could find, and instead I come across a classic! This Magic Moment! If you've never seen The Sandlot (original), you're missing out, and probably won't understand this post beyond this sentence. When I saw that song pop up, all I could picture was Squints grabbing Wendy Peffercorn by the head smacking on a giant sloppy kiss after pretending to drown just to get her to save him using CPR. Watching the movie, you can see how much he adores her, even though she's only talked about for a little bit. The accomplishment Squints felt after getting kicked out of the public pool was pretty much how I feel every time I walk away from Marc. It's like a, &q

          Today I came across probably one of the most relatable articles ever. I've gone on rants before about how much I disagree with "Relationship Advice" articles before and I knew I wasn't completely wrong for thinking so. The single line that caught me in the article today was, "Society has it all wrong and gives terrible advice". Bruh, if Marc and I listened to half the garbage out there we probably wouldn't be in a loving marriage right now. After reading about relationships we probably would've thought we couldn't make it because of the distance, or because we have an argument here and there, or because he's a year older than me, or because we studied different majors. You get where I'm going here? Oh and did I mention the judgement of people who do actually like traditional households. Like whyyy!!! I am most definitely a feminist, as is Marc, but if I like to come home and cook a nice meal for my husband after a day at work

         Gotcha, didn't I? Just another story time! Every once in a while I try to be funny and pull a prank on anyone who's around. A couple months ago, I knew my mom would be the perfect target. Whenever I leave the house, I can pretty much expect her to be downstairs waiting for me when I come home. This night I can't remember what Marc and I were doing but we were getting to my parents house kind of late. As Marc and I were walking up to the doors I gave him no heads up other than a, "play along". Just as I suspected my mom was waiting in the living room watching tv. I walked ahead stomping with an angry/sad face and Marc had been behind me placing my stuff down on a dining room chair. As I threw my stuff on the sofa next to her I yelled, "It's over!" and ran up the steps acting upset. I immediately ran into Sara's room dying of laughter wondering what my mom was doing. As soon as I slammed her bedroom door, Sara said in a completely monot

          First of all, we're in February!! One month closer to going home. My excitement is through the roof at this moment. Anyway, February is not the only thing I'm super excited about right now. As I was cleaning up last night I found a white t-shirt in my room and immediately got excited. Marc left a shirt! I know, I'm a weirdo. This summer every time I would see him I would ask him to leave a pair of sweatpants with me. I liked to have his scent around being that I was so far. It was like sleeping with a favorite teddy bear as a little kid. During my summer program I legit only wore those sweatpants to sleep. For two weeks I had one pair that I wouldn't take off until the next pair came and it was time to switch. Within .5 seconds of spotting the shirt last night I grabbed it and held it to my face. I felt bad that Marc left a good shirt, but at the same time, I was pumped because I knew this is probably gonna be my night shirt first the next two weeks until h