My You Story

          It has been a very long day, and all I want to do right now is eat dinner, snuggle, and catch up on our shows. ^^^That's how I originally started today's blog. That is until Marc barged in the room scaring the crap out of me. You can imagine how excited I was. I had just finished typing up an essay, was ready for Marc to come home, and bam. Just as I had been expecting all weekend, we would finally be able to relax at home together. I got to cooking, and enjoyed getting to watch my two boys play together. I just said yesterday how much Herky loves being home, and he really does. Marc and Herky have been playing together practically since Marc got home from work. Herky has a crazy amount of energy right now, so Marc is cracking up, but this is a great end to our day. I could seriously watch these two play together all day. It's even funnier when Herky watches TV with us, and Marc keeps saying, "Look at him, look at him". Man, you'd think I write

          Thank goodness my brain is working at this early hour. I would've have been really upset if I hadn't done the blog right now because I won't get the chance to later. I have a long day ahead of me, but I guess I'm so awake and alert because I know how today will end, looking at my handsome hubby's face <3 As much as I wish I could just forget my classes today and call out of work, I know I can't, and I know that's not what Marc would want. Today, as I sit in class and get through work at the pharmacy, I will be impatiently waiting for 8:30. Usually, as soon as Herky sees that I'm awake he bounces right up, and today I guess he decided to sleep in. He obviously has no clue we're going home, otherwise he'd be super excited too. It's funny when even a dog likes our home in Philly better too, just shows how lonely we are here in Indiana. Last night I finally finished my lesson plan and sent Marc a picture I could not have been prou

          As I told Marc about an hour ago, I already feel like I'm on my way home. 1 paper, 1 lesson plan, 3 classes, a 6 hour work shift, and a 4 and a half hour drive stand in the way of me being home right now, and I still couldn't be anymore excited. You know you're pumped for something when an entire day is still ahead of you, and it barely matters. I'm only mentioning kids right now because I'm working on a lesson plan and just got out of my preschool class, but I can't wait to be that crafty mom. And I can't wait for Marc to be that hovering dad who checks all of our kid's homework assignment (I'm pretty sure that's how it'll be hahaha). Okay, that's enough kid talk, I just had to get that out there. I can't wait to get home tomorrow night and sleep in my own bed, snuggle with my hubby, and to be feeling comfortable in my own home. That's all I ever want really. To be comfy with the person that I love. In order for me t

          If you're a common reader, you know I'm always connecting my classes to the blog, and today will be no different. In class, we were medicalizing things. Of course, me being as awkward as I am, I created the disease, Awkwardosis. If you're interested in hearing the diagnoses, let me know, it's very interesting haha. Since this is a blog for Marc, I'm going to tell you how I got Marc with Amor Purus, or translated in English, that PURE LOVE <3 One can be diagnosed with Amor Purus when presenting signs of wanting nothing in return, bringing others closer to themselves and their inner truth, having the highest attitude and vision for their loved ones. Having a love so pure that an end in sight is inconceivable. One can catch Amor Purus when finding their soul mate, and can no longer resist the urge to love a person. Everyone is born with Amor Purus, but it does not become active until meeting their soul mate. Currently, there are no medications available

          I knew I was excited for last week and this week because I knew I'd be seeing Marc for two weekends in a row, but I had no clue I'd be this happy. After a great weekend with Marc, I can't help but to be pumped to see him in only four days. I know how much work I have to complete in the next couple of days, and I know I'll be exhausted, but it'll be great to see him two weekends in a row before my final month of school, talk about motivation. This weekend I don't think Marc and I could have laughed anymore than we did. You always see videos and memes saying "You know you're married when..." and I'm pretty sure Marc and I have plenty of those moments. Of course because of how ridiculously awkward I am, it makes for many great jokes. There is one joke specifically that has me cracking up as I write this. The day of our wedding in Vegas Marc and I went to dinner. We went to this extremely beautiful restaurant and had a romantic night t

          Wow. Wow. is all I have to say. There is nothing more gratifying than seeing other people absolutely love the person you chose to spend the rest of your life with. I chose Marc. Marc is my husband, and I get to tell the world that every single day. I'm just going to give you all a run down of just how proud Marc makes me to be his wife. Disclaimer, I've noticed this long before today, but today just blew me away. Early this morning, Marc and I had breakfast with two individuals who have had an impact on Marc's success. A great breakfast which later led into Marc being featured in a campus project. After that, our meeting with people was only beginning. We had to do a little bit of running around, and then met up with that fantastic mentor of Marc's, who has been guiding me through my research. Brunch was amazing and once again, I got to see my man in action. It's cool to see how Marc is when he's about his business. When he speaks, you really want t

          We've never lived together. Minus the few nights we've spent together because of short vacations or weekend trips, a week and a few days is the longest we've ever lived with each other. It's weird to imagine how things will be in seven weeks when I'm officially at the house. People are always saying the first year is the hardest, and that living together will be an adjustment, so I'm curious. I think it finally hit Marc earlier today, that in a couple of weeks I'll be crashing the house as a permanent guest. We will have gone through our first six months of marriage living in separate households. Does that mean our difficult first year and roommate situation adjustment will begin in May, rather than when we said our I do's? For Marc, no more sleeping when ever he wants, because I wake up early and don't like being awake alone, and I'm not a napping kind of person. For me, no more just watching my "nonsense" TV without havin

          We're finally hours away from Marc's arrival, and I feel like I have so much to do. Like I want to get food that Marc likes for me to cook this weekend, I have to finish cleaning, I have one more assignment that is seriously looming over me that's due tonight, ugghh. I just want Marc to be here already, and for all of that stuff to just get done on its own. So, if my school and work day, and Marc's work day could be cut short, I think we'd both really appreciate it. Oh and to cut Marc's long drive because that is never fun. At this time tonight I'll be racing through the aisles of my job looking for good eats, then racing home to finish that one assignment, to cook and clean my little heart away before Marc gets here. Babe, I know you have work but why don't you just call out? Totally kidding, don't do that, well, you won't do that anyway, but it sure would be great hahaha. I'm so excited for this weekend. Usually we just do what

          You know that song cheerleader? Well, I definitely found mine. When I think of where I have come, I really have a lot to thank of Marc. He's helped motivate me through hard obstacles. Cheer me on when I need it. Guide me in times of need. Right now specifically, I'm talking about with my research. Many people think I'm kidding when I say I study the effects of discrimination against women of color based on hair perceptions. Not Marc. He actually listened to what I had to say, and cheered me on throughout this journey the whole way thus far. A couple of years ago, he participated in the McNair Scholars program, a grad school prep program that teaches research methods, while assisting the actual research process. Before, I thought learning about hair and discrimination was just an interesting topic. I never thought to look deeper into it. He insisted I apply for the program and eventually, as in two years later of being stubborn, I finally decided to do it. The

          All this hype about, "I never forget the blog this, I never forget the blog that", and I almost forgot! What kind of wife am I???? I call myself this daily blogger, and I almost forgot my HUSBAND's blog. I'm upset. Babe, I apologize for typing this blog up so late in the night. Today was so hectic, and that's still no excuse. I didn't even forget and I feel guilty. Like I've said before, I just like when everything is ready before Marc comes to Indiana. Babe, I love you. I'm sorry for almost forgetting haha. And tonight was enough to scare the crap out of me from ever almost forgetting again. So, how many days left exactly? Two, did I hear two? Ahhhh! How exciting?? This blog is just full of emotion right now because that is actually how I feel at the moment. In two days we'll be having fun cooking and cuddling and treating Herky with lots of treats. Well, if he deserves them. I need Cesar Colón to come back to work him this weekend. H

          Clearly I've been looking through wedding pictures lately and have been reminiscing on what happened almost three months ago, aka Marc and I getting married. I went cruising through some of our family member's Facebook profiles and came across some of the best pictures I didn't know we had. Some pictures that have stories all on their own. This picture is what happened at probably the funniest moment of our second wedding. I remember when Marc and I first began to talk about marriage, we had come to an understanding that it would have to be an Spanglish kind of wedding. We both have people in our families who speak and understand Spanish a whole lot easier than English. I don't think it ever occurred to me that I would have to speak Spanish myself, because I don't catch on to things like that. Typical Becca. Anyway, so we have two pastors at our ceremony, one Spanish speaking and one English speaking. They both had the same script to follow, so everythi

          Today in my gender class we spoke a lot about high school relationships and socialization, and it got me thinking back to our older days as a couple. Remember, Marc and I were only 14 and 15 when we first became boyfriend and girlfriend. I'm pretty sure I spoke about how we first got together in one of the earlier blog posts and about our first date. I'm still trying to figure out what movie we went to see on our first date. I even looked up 2009 movies and I can't figure it out. Right now I'm thinking Lovely Bones, but I'm not quite sure. Anyway, back to what I was getting in to. It made me think about the things I used to cherish in those days. It's honestly funny to think of how we were as a couple. After our first date Marc started talking the 67 bus, that way we could ride the bus together going to school (we were cool haha). Marc would always take the early bus, so I would get up earlier, just to ride together. We would sit all the way in the

          Only five more days until I see Marc, and I could not be more excited. Whenever I'm up here alone I just feel like everything is business, no play. I'm either doing stuff for class, preparing for our future with work, or I'm at work. But when Marc is here, we get to have fun. We get to be comfortable together. We get to be a little family with Herky. Every time Marc comes up here, or I go home, I just want to do anything and everything. Then I remember we have less than 48 hours awake together during the weekends, and tell myself, "Becca, we're married now. We have our entire lives ahead of us. There will be time, just take a chill pill" Being up in Indiana all year long by myself, it's not so easy to remember that right away. I will say one thing though. Anytime Marc comes up or I go home, my homework always gets done early haha. My procrastinating ways always goes away when we have a weekend together because I don't want to focus on home

          So, according to my boss' kid, Marc and I would be cool parents. I'm not sure if that should make us excited or nervous? Who would've thought, a common interest in sneakers would attribute to mine and Marc's parenting skills? It does make me think though, what kind of parents are we going to be in the future? Another thing is, I should probably stop talking about kids so much haha. I probably have people wondering if there's more to the story. I can assure you, no Colón babies anytime soon. It's just a fun and interesting topic to think and talk about. Me, being the push over that I am, I would hope I'm not the easy target parent. Then again, with Marc being as strict as he is, maybe I will be by default hahaha. One thing I can say about our future kid, is that they will be loved like no other. As people who love with everything they've got, that's gotta count for something when it comes to parenting. They say women look for guys that pr

         I really wish this weekend was over already. Next weekend Marc will be here, and all will be good. I won't be sick, we'll be having fun together, I'll be making us cinnamon swirl pancakes, life won't be able to get any better. I'm even more excited because I know I'll be going home the weekend after that. Then by the time that weekend comes, I'll have 1 month of school left. Wow, I can't believe how close the time is coming. That just means it's about to be crunch time at school, but with two weeks back to back of seeing Marc, I know I'll be motivated to knock it out of the park. Right now, I could use a big long cuddle by my bub, and hopefully not give him this annoying sickness. Have you ever been sick and completely alone? Yeah, neither have I until now, and it sucks beyond belief. You just want to be held, and to remember the good ol' days when you weren't sick. Or even the days where you were sick and can remember how wel

          Was it his charming looks? His smooth talking? Nope. When I think of reasons I love Marc so much, it's because of his heart. He probably has the biggest heart out of everyone I know. I don't know one person that cares to help anyone and everyone with anything they have going on. When you look up the world gentleman in the dictionary, you see a picture of Marc's cute face. He knows exactly what to do or say when I'm upset, to make me happy and laughing again. He gives me the perfect advice when I'm struggling to work through something. He puts up with my annoying mixed emotions like a champ. He loves me when I'm acting completely normal, and when I'm being my weirdest self. The fact that I'm even comfortable enough to act so weird around him speaks volumes. Not many people get to see my goofy-loser side. I know he was put in my life for a reason. He always says everything happens for a reason, and the reason was for us to teach each other lov

          I was reminded this morning, yet another reason why I miss having Marc up here in Indiana with me. About a week or two ago he warned me to bundle up regardless of the weather because I get sick around this same time every year. Seriously, always around Marc's birthday, go figure. Well, today I woke up feeling, well, less than okay. Actually, I felt like crap. Correction, feel like crap. Not even realizing what I was texting Marc, I let him know I was sick, and bam. He called it. He knew his wife better than his wife knew herself. I swore up and down that I never get sick, and he called it. But the story begins my freshman year. Freshman year I was really sick around October. I could barely make it through physically training with ROTC, don't know how I kept my eyes open in my one history class, and passed out for the rest of the day. I honestly just wanted to be home, or around family. At about 8-9pm I finally decided to take my temperature. 104 degrees, damn nea

          No, no no guys. No babies anytime soon. I have 2 babies already, named Hercules and Marc, and I don't need another one <3 But with the weather being how it is, it's hard not to be nervous about Marc driving to work and being safe. If there is one thing that I need, it is for my love to be safe so we can live by each other's side as long as possible. It's like becoming a wife makes you think about things that you would not have thought about before. Anytime Marc would make long trips or leave my house, I'd always ask him to keep me updated on his whereabouts and to let me know when he got to his destination safely. If you know him, his luck in this area isn't always the best, which is why I get super nervous. Now that he's my husband, that anxiety is seriously going through the roof. I'm pretty sure I've checked the weather for Philly more than Indiana in the past 24 hours. It's funny, he really has become the most important person

          So babe, I'm trying to channel my inner teacher, and have decided to do something we've all done in school as young kids. Acrostic poems! And no, I actually did not remember the name of this kind of poem, I had to look it up hahah. But I'm going to use you as my subject. M y love A  dream come true R are, we will never find anyone remotely as special as you C aptivating (You knew I had to use this word) A bysmal, you are beyond measurable, you are limitless N ewsworthy, you're someone everyone wants to get to know T alented beyond belief H ard working O dorous, your scent is a part of you (had to throw this in there) N aturalistic, you're as real as they come Y ou're a fantastic role model, for anyone and everyone C aring O utsmart, I'm pretty sure you can do this to anyone haha L ove with everything you've got O ne of a kind N o one else will ever be anything like you With love always, Becca Colón P.s. Yes, I looked

          This post is going to be a little different. For once, I don't have much to say, but what I do have to say means more than words. I know I say I love you all the time, but do you really know how much I love you? Cause it's like a lot! A lot a lot! Maybe I don't say it enough, maybe I do, but I can never say it too much. As my dad would ask me when I was younger, "How much do I love you???", go ahead babe, answer that in your head. ***Btw, the actual answer is "TOO MUCH", haha*** So, with that being said, I love you! <3 So much, I felt the need to just announce it to the world today. I want everyone to know how ridiculously in love I am with you. Shameless and all. I'd like to take this time to look at this fantabulous picture because I can. Time to start preparing for a long week bub. You got it <3 With love always, Becca Colón P.s. Did I tell you how much I love you??? Before and after. Whoa!

          I'm always saying I'm acting like Marc when I break my brain to do work and get through things, and today is going to be one of those days. We have a new girl at my job and today I'll be doing some training. If Marc has taught me anything, it's to lead by example, and if I think I'm explaining something clearly and the other person still isn't getting it, then I must not be explaining it clear enough. <--- I hope that was clear hahaha. But seriously, I've seen the way Marc talks to his mentees, and how much they look up to him, his confidence seriously just radiates the room. When Marc talks, there is something about him that makes you want to listen. As a wife though, obviously that gift of his only works sometimes on me hahah, I still listen though. Just a whole lot of thick skull before my brain can catch anything. I'm trying to remember that word my mom called him when I started this blog. I guess I have to go searching because it'

          It is currently storming in Indiana and my Spring break has started a little earlier than planned due to class cancellations. If I were any normal student I'd be super excited because that was one less class before a free week of nothingness. Only it isn't. Whenever I'm in Indiana and not in class, it just makes me kind of sad knowing I'm here because of work. When in reality, I'd love to just spend a long week home with Marc. At least when I have school, I feel like there's a reason I'm up here. This next week I'm just going to be sad thinking about all the great quality time Marc and I could be having. It also doesn't help that I thought this week was Spring break because the week after Marc's birthday usually is, so I requested off from work on the wrong days. Typical Becca. But I guess the thing that will be pushing me on this not so Spring break will be that I'll be looking for jobs and school programs back at home, so I n

          Bet you thought I forgot babe, didn't you?? All that school talk, not once did I mention the blog, but I got you! I'm just too busy right now trying to be your mini me, killing academia with my success. I know the library wasn't your spot and has become mine, but I'm still getting the job done. I can't be as fancy as you were having late night access to work rooms. Right now I feel the hunger you once felt during your late nights doing school work on campus. Both hunger for knowledge, and literal hunger. This small little yogurt isn't cutting it hahaha. By the way, you still have to show me which yogurt you've been raving about lately. I can't wait for you to come in 2 weeks. This weekend wasn't enough. I love being able to show you off to everyone, and to let them know about the fantastic things you have going on right now. I don't think anyone could be as proud as I am of you right now (Well, besides your parents and MamiLydia that

          We all do it! I'm pretty sure I do it way too often, but hey, I miss my love whenever we're apart. Do you ever just catch yourself scrolling through your gallery on your phone? Looking at all of your pictures and videos, just remembering what you felt in that moment? It's like a better version of Instagram because you get it all, the good, the bad, and the ugly (let's be real, the ugly ones are fun to look at too). Right now I definitely have a favorite, and it's of our family and then the IHOP staff singing happy birthday to Marc. I can see him from the exact angle that I was in on Sunday aka all up in his face haha. I wouldn't want it any other way, because that's how Becca rolls. Annoying and all up in Marc's world :D I love being able to see Marc get all embarrassed with so much attention on him, to see his cheeks become super plump from smiling so hard, holding his hand in front of his face trying to hide his gorgeous smile. And then I

          Today as I unpacked arriving back in Indiana, I felt something different than what I usually do when I get back. Usually I am just completely upset that I have to be back here any longer, and just want to be home with Marc. Remember one of my first posts about my man's smell? Well, I'm kind of going to jump back to that. When I unloaded my car today, I smelled my house and Marc. It took me by surprise because I've never come back to school smelling like that. I usually just smell like Becca, I guess. Today was so different though. As I lifted my first bag, I could smell Marc, and I honestly thought it was a coincidence since my book bag was under where he puts on his cologne. But then I picked up something that never made it past the front door, and it smelled again, like the house. This probably all sounds so weird, but my husband and I, and our house all have a smell!! I know you guys understand what I'm talking about, so don't judge. You know how you

          Today my bub had work, and I was living the part of a housewife. It was easy flowing and everything because I had no time limits, but I definitely could not do this longer than a week. It may have been slow paced, but I did enjoy getting to do things around the house. When I say this morning I was riding the true struggle bus to wake up, I am not even kidding. I felt horrible because I realized I didn't make anything the night before for Marc to take to work. So, instead, I went downstairs as he got ready, cut him a couple pieces of banana bread, a piece of brownie, and a mug of his favorite chocolate milk. I didn't make him a lunch for a champion, but I sure did pack a breakfast for my champion. Usually when I'm home and Marc goes to work I like to write the blog as he heads to work, but since I wanted to see how the day would go I decided to wait. Today I caught up on one of my shows as I ate breakfast, I read a book! A short book, but a book none the less. I

          What a day! I remember when I was younger, going to church, I'd always look at the married couples holding hands during service, and looking at them with jealousy. I could not wait for the day when I'd be going to church with my husband, holding his hand through service. Today was the first day since Marc and I have been married that we went to church together, and the message could not have been any more perfect for us. It's really easy to lose faith when you feel like you're attempting the impossible. And believe me when I say, I thought making Marc my partner was IMPOSSIBLE. No one ever understood why I had so much faith, and literally thought I was crazy. Thank God, I kept the faith, because look at us now. I have an amazing husband, amazing extended family, and a support system like no other. There's one line in church today that really stuck with me. "God gives you stress, before he trusts you with success" Marc and I may not be the rich

          It's the evening of Marc's first birthday celebration day. We may have spent it with just us two, but I think we can both agree it was a great day. I've said it many times before how much Marc and I love going out to eat together. Whenever I see a new food place on tv, online, or hear about it, I always look into it to see if Marc would like the stuff on the menu. Today's choice was an absolute success. If you guys remember on Valentine's day, I had the plan to make cookie dough for Marc because I know how much he loves it. Well, a couple of weeks ago I came across Green Eggs Cafe (And no, surprisingly, the eggs were not green. I know, bummer). So when I heard of the cafe, the name immediately pulled me in. I knew they were going to have unique eats. As I cruised the menu, guess what I found?!?! Probably the most perfect thing ever. Another thing Marc always does when we go out for breakfast, is he gets french toast, usually with bananas. On the menu, I

          Another exciting day! Herky and I haven't been home since New Years, and the excitement is real. I have one class to go to in a little, and then finally, goodbye Indiana. At least until Monday that is. Close enough. I feel like I haven't been home in forever and it's literally only been two full months. Finally, I get to spend Marc's birthday with him. It killed me last night knowing how bad I really wanted to surprise him in Philly before the night was over. Of course, school, specifically a quiz just had to get in the way this morning. It's okay though. I'm about to ace it for my husband and myself. Make us both proud. Last night as I got my stuff ready to head out home, all I could do is smile and be super giddy. I packed as if I were going home for at least a week and a half, don't ask me why. I guess I just wanted to have options. It sucks that it snowed last night. Definitely not ideal driving weather. It's alright though, slow and ste

          Your videos might be a little better than mine, but hey, no harm in trying! I'll let the video speak for itself.  I love you babe, and happy birthday! With love always, Becca Colón P.s. I finally did it!!! #NextOnKeepingUpWithTheColons

          It's official guys. Marc's birthday has officially become one of my favorite holidays. It makes me real sad that I can't be home tomorrow, but in two days we can finally start to celebrate his birthday! As a wife, now that I think about it, why don't we consider our spouse's birthdays holidays? I mean, if it weren't for them being born we wouldn't have a spouse, right? I don't know, maybe that's just me and my crazy thinking. I'm so excited for this weekend with Marc. All week I've literally been staying up late just to get all my work done before I head home to Philly. This is a big deal because 1. I hate staying up late, and 2. I'm basically queen of procrastination station. You ever get so excited for something that you go over the plans 100x over? Well, that's been me all week. I've seen Marc several times this semester, but hey, I really miss my hubby. I need my bub's perfect hugs whenever I'm upset, or h