My You Story

In case it isn't obvious, I've been a stay at home wife since I got back to school. I was eager to find a summer job because I've been working nonstop since I was 16. What I didn't think about, was how working this summer would effect my time with Marc. Not only do I have summer training for my actual job, but I will now have this summer job. Getting my schedule today showed me just how little time I'll be spending at home. It makes me kind of sad because Marc and I will have opposing schedules for a while. For about a month, we'll be seeing each other when we wake up, and when we're going to bed. That's no fun. But, we gotta do what we gotta do. Marc has been saying he's getting fat because I've been cooking every day, and I'm sure he'll feel like he's back in bachelor land when I won't be able to cook as often. Let's make the best of the next couple of weeks while we can. Eat up chunky monkey! With love always, Becc

Marc done messed up! He showed me a childhood game, and now there's no going back. I don't think we've been so into a game like we have been for the past couple of days, but I'm not complaining. Because of our very different personalities and way of doing things, I get a bit nervous beforehand. I know we're either going to butt heads completely, or work together seamlessly, no in between with us. But hey, that seems to be the theme of our relationship. All or nothing! Well, it turns out, working together playing this stupid little game gives me a little glimpse at how great things turn out when we work together as one. This game is kind of like a mini metaphor for the lead up to marriage. Playing on the easy mode is all fine and dandy when you're alone because you don't have to worry about as many bombs going off. You can look at that as being single. You have no one to worry about except yourself. Then, there's medium mode. Things are getting a litt

This weekend has seriously been way too good to me. A long weekend with my hubby, my mom's birthday, and a family party. Yesterday, Marc showed me he can really hang with the fam squad. I love seeing everyone enjoy each other's company. The internal anxiety of bringing your loved one around never goes away. But our time yesterday reassured what I felt, Marc is loved by my family. Usually when I would wake up at school, I was always so jealous about Marc telling me he had random days off of work. For some reason, I felt like he didn't work today, and all weekend he TRIED to convince me otherwise. Even though I didn't believe him, I still became really excited when 8 o'clock came around and he was still in bed. It stinks that Marc will be back at work tomorrow, but I'm already excited for this weekend. Here we go again!! I can't wait! <3 With love always, Becca Colón P.s. What are you watching right now??

I was a 14 year old girl, who hadn't had her first boyfriend. You were a 15 year old boy, who had girls flying from every angle. If you had put us in a picture together the day we first began talking, would you have pictured us where we are today? I'd like to believe it was love at first sight, but what is it exactly that got us to this point? In the video, they say all of those couples had the endurance, and now that I've heard that word, I know that's exactly what we have. Of all the other people we've dated, no one else had the endurance to stay and work it out like we have. We may be two difficult people, but hey, we seemed to have worked it out. Eventually I'll make a video of our timeline. It'll be beautiful. The metamorphosis will be amazing. We've grown so much over the years, and continue to grow together every day. One day our children will look back at our old pictures, and they'll wonder how lucky we were. As much as we'd like to

He's so stinking handsome! I like to tell Marc how much I think he isn't funny quite often. I'm pretty sure he knows I don't believe it myself when I say that, but I can't let him know how much I actually laugh. I'm pretty sure I've been laughing since the moment I woke up today. Marc has had a special sarcastic and extra personality today. Some would have been annoyed by his "extra-ness", but I found it to be fun. It was kind of like we were flirting like little kids. The wrestling match definitely confirmed that (I could've won if I had been okay with dislocating my shoulder, but it wasn't that serious haha). It's also fun when we call out to Herky to see who he wants more (with and/or without Herky's back being scratched). And for those of you who only get to see Marc in serious mode, you should've seen him today walking downtown, saying ridiculous things, loud enough for random people to hear. It was honestly too funny

          Earlier today, I began to think about the things Marc and I used to do all the time. Things like, go to Applebee's for dessert, just to chat the night away. Or to just go on random dates whenever we felt like it. I've come to realize, Marc is pretty much at work all day, and is only free on the weekends. So, I thought to myself, we can't become that couple. We can't become that couple that let's go of all of the good that created the foundation for the relationship. Why not surprise him with a date night? Usually I'm that girl that just waits for Marc to plan stuff, so I figured I'd do something different for once. I refuse to let us grow into that old boring couple. It just can't happen. I can see how easy it is for couples to fall into routine and lose their spark. It's easy. The day goes by, and by the time you're all home and settled, you're tired. If there is anything I've learned in the past two weeks, it is to take adv

          The weather is gloomy, stormy, and a tad bit chilly. So, do you know what that means? It means I just want to be wrapped in his arms. In a perfect world, food would cook itself, dishes would clean themselves, and I'd be laying next to my hubby. Those things can't happen, but in about a half hour, our cuddle session could potentially begin. There is something about having scary thunder booming and striking lighting that lead to perfect cuddling circumstances. Oh, and being super tired helps too. Your warm arms wrapped around me, protecting me from the "dangerous" thunder and lighting is all I need to get through the night. It's like having a personal knight in shining armor. I feel protected and safe at all times, especially times like right now. I don't know about other people, but I know I've always looked to feel protected. It didn't matter how big or small the predicament, it was the simple feeling of being safe. I guess that's why

Is it his intellect? His charm? His good looks? Who knows? But it sure is a teeny bit fun. Have you ever made a bet with my husband? Not a bet with money, but outside the box kind of things. It's like arguing with Marc. You're always on your toes. But, you know what? We are having fun! We are having fun with our made up games. With our rock, paper, scissors battles. With our flip a coin decisions. We're having too much fun living life. Only Marc can annoy me and make me laugh at the same time. All of the million ridiculous questions he asks, just to bug me. And the awkward smile he gives me when he knows I'm upset, but knows it'll make me feel better, no matter how upset I can get. I couldn't be happier to know Marc is my one. There is no person I'd rather stay up late at night with, quizzing each other, even when you need to get to bed early. There is no person I'd rather warm up my feet when I'm trying to sleep. I can't wait for the next tw

As I watched this video, I couldn't help but rattle off examples of things we do. Like how you were able to understand certain things I said during Speak Out, while my family was unable to figure them out. Or when we go to look at salad ingredients and you know, right away, STAY AWAY FROM KALE (cause kale is yucky). How we can just sit at home and have a tv date, and be completely content together. How you watch to see how much salt I put on all of our food. Or how you come downstairs to wake me up from the sofa to come to bed. And of course, we can't forget about all of the sevens I've cooked haha. All the car rides you've put up with my horrible singing, and our never ending humming to songs (even if I don't know them). All the random conversations we have, and late night capital/state quizzes. Or your fake coughing because I forget to get drinks hahaha. That cough. Our daily, play with Herky sessions <3 Or our silent time in bed at night.... SIKE! If I'

          I'm watching basketball by myself as my bub gets his haircut. Who have I become? Then again, he did put it on before he left. BUT I haven't changed it haha. I guess I should be paying attention to let him know what happened while he was gone, but I kind of dazed out for a while. It's been interesting to let Marc know what I've been doing while he's away at work. I know this is going to sound super cheesy, but I was super excited when Marc brought home a new little lunch container. Did you guys know there are portable dressing bottles? I didn't, but I sure am excited to use it tomorrow. Thank you babe! Oh, and I can't forget tomorrow is trash day. Hurry and get home, the game is good. I think haha. At least, I'm interested now. Is it bad that I already want the weekend to be here? Cause I do. For a second, I forgot how long you are away from home. Green just made a shot, and old man is blocking shots like it's his job. You can come back h

Every love story starts somewhere. I know you love it when I watch things like this and tears of joy slide down my cheeks. I don't know why I thought of this, but I figured it was an easy way to get you to watch something I love, and something I think you'd love too. With love always, Becca Colón P.s. Got a lump in your throat or too cheesy??

          In case it isn't obvious, I've been repeating pictures. Because I don't have enough? Not at all. But because my husband makes silly faces in pictures I take. Today we went on a little date with his mom, and I thought it was the perfect moment to take a picture. I didn't think to look back at the picture because I assumed it was a good picture. Right before making this post, I go back to edit the picture and find my lovely hubby making a ridiculous face. One that he wouldn't be too happy for me to post. Plus, in the other picture, I looked a hot mess. That was a no go, but ya gotta love him <3 We get home, and I know Marc has been eager to use his Nutribullet. We don't have tons of fruits and veggies right now, so I figured I'd make a milkshake. A chocolate brownie milkshake! Earlier in the day, Marc said he liked Mr. Softee milkshakes, so I thought, ah ha, I can make something like that. We had one brownie left, and I got to milkshaking. Choc

Why do we even bother giving him a bed?? Hahaha           Do I like sports? Yeah. Do I watch them on the regular? Absolutely not. I've said it before, when it comes to football, I had no clue what I was watching before Marc. I understood the concept of the sport, and that is about as far as my knowledge went. This week, I watched the NBA draft lottery, and have watched multiple basketball games. Can you believe it? I can't. Especially because before this week, I didn't know what the NBA lottery was. If I hadn't watched it with Marc, I would have thought it was about winning money. I know better now. Growing up, I always wondered how my mom knew so much about sports. It's not like she'd put sports on herself or anything. Now I know why. I bet it's because she slept in the same room as my dad, and he always had sports stations on. I already know once Marc gets home, I should be prepared to watch Sharktank or some sports channel. Oh, and I'm pretty sur

          So, today I feel like informing you all, including Marc of course, on what it feels like to countdown the hours in the day when all you want to do is get a chance to spend time with your partner. I don't know about you all, but when I wake up, sometimes I'm in a fog for a good bit of time, and other times I'm wide awake, right away. On the days when I wake up right away, I feel kind of cheated. I get all excited to see Marc, and then realize he has to leave for the next 11 hours of the day. On days when I'm stuck in the fog, I get mad at myself for wasting that bit of time I could have had with Marc, regardless of how short the time. Then when he leaves, I literally try to create a list of things to do, enough to keep me preoccupied for at least the majority of the day. I hear his car pull off, and I impatiently wait for the car to return. An hour passes by, and you sit there wondering how time could go by so slow. How can one hour feel like five? Especiall

          Is it the weekend yet? No. Well, I'm still super eager for it. I know the blog has been posted late for the past couple of days, but I hate posting after seeing Marc for only a couple of minutes in the morning. I like being able to have dinner and relax with my bub. For the past couple of days I've been looking at all the pictures around the house, and I'm realizing I have a home here. I'm navigating the house as though I've been here forever. I can see how much time and effort Marc put into making this house feel like a home. I see all of the personal touches that make it ours. Today, as he came home from work, I couldn't help but greet him with a cheesy smile. I was just too happy to finally see him after such a long day. Sometimes you just don't realize how appreciative you are of things until you get a moment to yourself. A moment to just reflect and organize your thoughts. I know I'm home when I go to turn the tv on and no longer turn i

          These long days alone are already killing me. I can't wait for the weekend, and it's only Tuesday. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm jealous of Marc's coworkers. They get to spend a longer time awake with him than me, and I live with him now! Right now, I wish I were more awake so I could be my livelier self with Marc. I've enjoyed being able to watch our shows with Marc and to have dinner with him every night for the past couple of nights. I feel like I have purpose. At school, my priority focus was school. I was nervous to come home and to not be in school, or to not have a summer job. I'm always preoccupied with stuff. I didn't realize being a wife is a job. This morning I was so excited to have Marc's lunch packed up and ready to send him off (even though I was really tired and went right back to bed). And then again, to have dinner ready for him when he got home. My heart is finally calm, and I feel like I'm where I n

          Just like I said about a week ago, I thought it'd be fun to take Marc to work and hang around his job all day. I must say, getting ready with Marc this morning went pretty seamlessly. If I could go to work with Marc, believe me I would have. There is nothing I want more than to be with Marc all day every day. It sucks that we have to be adults and actually work. Mornings, sort of, nights, sort of, and weekends just aren't enough. Somehow I was able to make it through the day, dying of boredom, and found myself eagerly awaiting to meet up with Marc again. I even showed up to pick him up about 45 minutes early (the excitement was all too real). As I went about my day, I couldn't help but feel a little lonely and wishing I had my partner in crime by my side. Finally, when he was all done with work, I was able to hold his hand, swinging them by our sides, walking through stores with my head held high because I was walking around with my husband. We had gone to the

          Today is not only great because it is Mother's Day, but because it's the first full day of me being back home in Philly with my hubby. Our day today is filled with our loves one, and the amazing women that have raised us, and enough time for us to have time to hang out together before he goes back to work tomorrow. This morning, waking up was weird. Usually on Sundays when I'm visiting Philly I get this feeling in my stomach from not wanting to go back to school. At first my stomach had that feeling, and then I realized, I'm here to stay! This is exactly how every morning will go for me from now on. I will turn to my side, see my husband, let my dog out, and get ready to take on the day beside Marc. This weekend is a great weekend for us. We both got to spend time with our mothers. His mom this morning, and my mom in a little. I always like hanging out with Marc and his mom. I enjoy watching them laugh together. Out of all of the mothers out there, I must s

          Today is finally the day, and we did it. We are both graduated with Bachelor degrees, and are on our way home to begin our lives. I wish I had been a bit smarter and charged my laptop before packing because now I have no clue where my charger is and have about five minutes to finish this blog. But what I really want to say is, thank you! Thank you for believing in me the whole way through. Thank you for being a great mentor, and an even better role model. Thank you for pushing me when I needed it most. And thank you for being here today to watch me get my degree. I can't wait to get home to you tonight. I hope Marc enjoys his new home, because I know I will. 4 1/2 hours left until we will be united again. I couldn't have asked for a better partner to help me get through such a difficult time in our lives <3 With love always, Becca Colón P.s. We have an against the odds, everlasting, successful relationship, and nothing will come in the way of that! Why? Bec

          It's beginning to feel like graduation!! All morning long I had been looking at the clock with anticipation. When will my family begin to arrive in Indiana? First up, my parents, little sister and aunt. As soon as I got out of work, one half hour later, I was lucky enough to have them here. We were all starving, and thanks to my husband, I had the perfect place to take them for brunch. All day I've been so excited to see Marc, and the crazy thing is, I won't even see him until I'm graduating. Just like how it happened last year. He'll be meeting with my family to guide them to the graduation location. I might not see him tonight, but the whole time I'll be thinking about him. I'll be thinking about his trip here with his mom to Indiana, hoping and praying they'll be safe. Wondering how on time my hubby will be in the morning. The next time he sees me I'll be graduating! I can't wait to cross the line tomorrow to meet Marc on the othe

          Around this time, four years ago, Marc was finishing his freshman year of college, and I was graduating high school. That sounds so weird to say considering I feel like we were just in high school. Time has flown right before our eyes. I'm pretty sure I told the story about sneaking into Marc's graduation five years ago, if not I'll tell it eventually. But for my graduation, Marc and I had just begun talking again, and of course I wanted him there. Lucky for me, I didn't have to use a ticket on him. Even luckier for me, he was already invited to my graduation by our high school. Why you ask? Because as an alumni and first year college student, he was already too popping! I remember my favorite elementary/middle school teacher was there, and throughout my middle school years, he was always telling me to stay away from boys. He would always tell me I was too good for them, and tell me I needed to keep searching. After listening to Marc's talk, my teacher

          To all of the ladies out there, isn't it true that there are certain things we just feel awkward doing in front of your partner? I don't know about you, but I'm dreading the day I look like a crazy bag lady with a bag on my hair dying it as I am right now. But hey, that's what happens when you get married right? You see your partner through all of the good, bad, and the ugly. Marc has seen me extremely sick before and he said I looked cute. And every morning I wake up next to him he always says I'm beautiful (even though I know I look completely disgusting when I wake up). That is exactly the kind of person everyone should have by their side. I don't know how I ever woke up without him by my side. Sometimes I look back at old pictures and wonder how the heck Marc liked me before starting to wear makeup and dressing better. I was a complete weirdo (still am), and I was always trying to be so cool. It makes me realize, Marc did always love me for who

          Every Tuesday, (well, almost every Tuesday night) when I come home from work and take out the trash here in Indiana, I remind Marc to do the same all the way in Philly. We may be 4 and 1/2 hours away from each other, but we have the same trash day. As of next Tuesday, Marc and I will be doing normal husband-wife chores together. Who would've thought I'd be excited to take out the trash with my husband? Weird, yes. But I am. This time next week I'll be studying in the comfort of my own home, laying down next to my husband. I'll no longer have to look at the moon, and wondering what the moon looks like for him. It's the same moon, but does it look any different from where he's at? Probably not, but things like this make me want to just be at home with him. Marc had confidence in me that I'd be able to pack my things up here in no time and get my work done fast, and man was he right. Last night and this morning, I forced myself to get all of the wo

          So, in case it isn't obvious just by reading these blogs lately, I'm pretty excited to go home and be with Marc and my family. I had to have asked my coworkers, "Guess what?" at least 6 times today, all leading to the same answer. I'm going home! I just want everyone to be excited with me. Like come on, no more lonely dinners, the best roommate ever <3, and a baby daddy for my dog? Life doesn't get any better than that. I look around, and see how I am leaving IUP. I truly hope Marc is proud in how far I've come here at school. I honestly don't have that much left to do school-wise. Hopefully by Wednesday morning I can be completely done all of my work. I know Marc wouldn't want me to procrastinate the way I actually want to right now. He'd much rather me start right away, and check it over 1000 times, to make sure it's exactly what I want to hand in. I guess after I finish this blog I'll be getting right to it. There'

        Seven days guys! This morning I couldn't even be completely upset that Marc was going back home because I know what will be happening at the end of this week. As of right now I have two online exams and three papers to write. I'm definitely not excited to do all of that and pack, but aye, it has to be done. And if I have to do all of that in order to get back home to Marc and my family then so be it. I'm prepared for the lack of sleep, and high on life excitement this week to keep me getting through it all. Last night was the perfect start to my week. I may not have gotten work done yesterday, but watching my husband present in front of a group was well worth the distraction. If I need motivation this week, I'll just picture Marc talking to that group of underclassmen pumping them up for their college careers. I remember being in their shoes. Heck, I'm still in their shoes. There isn't a day that goes by when Marc doesn't tell me to go for somethi

M.A.C. Leadership Summit- A couple of the guys decided to wait back and talk to Marc           If you know anything about me, you know I come up with ridiculous ideas, and am super stubborn. Well, tonight, my stubbornness has paid off. Two weeks ago I insisted Marc come up here to Indiana this weekend to do a speech at an event he created last year, and that I wanted to continue. At first I was nervous and didn't think I'd be able to pull it off, but it was most definitely a success. Throughout Marc's entire speech I could see heads nodding, things being written down on paper, and people had looks of motivation on their faces. Those faces are the faces I make all the time when Marc talks. I was so excited to see people genuinely excited and to be actively listening to him. It's easy to listen to people you know, but only a few people that came to tonight's event knew Marc. I could not be more proud of my husband than I am in this moment. Everyone that I spoke to

          It's that time again! That time when I deep clean the house, get Marc's favorite kind of foods, and get tons of chocolate milk. I'm pretty sure at this point, people know when Marc is coming. I always make it a point to do a super in depth cleaning of the house, because my hubby deserves the nicest visits. I literally put everything in spots to try to have everything perfectly ready for him. Then I practically run out of work barely saying goodbye to get food for dinner. Usually I make the usual, rice, beans, and pork chops/chicken, but today, I felt kind of sporty, and I know my husband loves hot sauce, soooo. I know my husband, and if he knows me, as he reads this, he'll know what side dish I bought at work as well. Which, I'm pretty sure he'll guess, considering last time I didn't get it and he was shocked. Yes babe, I remembered the salad this time. I'm also gonna try to get you to eat something healthy tonight. I hope you like it! So, a

          One of the worst things is to feel sick and nauseous, and to be alone. Right now, I could not want anything more, than to be at home with Marc just laying down and relaxing. Being alone and sick just turns into a giant, "when it rains, it pours," moment, and I even annoy myself. I may have a few finals and papers to write by next Friday, but on the bright side, I do not have anymore undergraduate classes! So, by next weekend, I will be at home, resting my head exactly where I belong. The light is near, I can almost taste it. Almost a year ago today, I was with Marc's family, pretty much for the first time really, and with them alone. I had met his mom and brothers in passing, but never really got the chance to have actual conversations. I couldn't be happier now to see what a difference one year can make. I got to meet his dad, someone he absolutely adores, and his grandma, who is the love of his life. Meeting his family was probably one of the scariest a

          I've said it before and I'll say it again. Marc is something special. I have really married a truly inspiring person. It's easy for me to say he is constantly inspiring me, but it's another thing when you have others validating that same experience. I can't talk about a lot of people for long periods of time, but don't get me started on Marc. I am in love with his ambition, strength, altruistic ways, and his everything! Only someone like Marc could do all of the amazing things he has done. He is just someone great to look up to. When I hear about all of the amazing things that Marc has done, things that I never knew about, it gives me this warm feeling inside. A feeling that lets me know, I chose right. That instinct in my gut, the same one that I felt when I saw him, I knew he was 100% right for me. I won't get into detail about the things I now know, but when you see people who make it, people who are impossible not to look up to as a mentor,

          The summer is near, and I see my future flashing before my eyes. When you get to the end of things, it's almost impossible not to become nostalgic. Marc and I have come so far. We're really finishing off something we started apart from each other. The days are passing by so fast, and our life is finally about to begin. I feel bad because I keep repeating this, but I'm excited. I need to let it out. Of course our marriage was a huge step to our future, but living together is too. I'm looking at all the things that need to be packed, and am realizing, my things will soon have a spot next to someone else's stuff. That someone else isn't just anyone. It's my life partner. No more nights of coming home to a house that I really don't want to be at. No more cooking for one. I'm excited for Marc's company, and super pumped to send my husband to work with home cooked lunches. I loved having evenings with Marc when he was still at IUP. I'd

          A couple of months ago I said I was super eager to see a little Marc because I feel like when I look at Marc, I can't picture a little kid. I picture someone being grown from the moment they were born. Well today, my mother-in-law blessed my life with a baby picture of Marc. I'm going to be a little selfish right now and keep the picture to myself, but seriously, too stinking cute! The hair, the cheeks, the chunkiness!!! Not only did that put me in a great mood at work, but then I came home and talked with my lovely husband. The conversation was good of course, but it's the after that completely sealed the deal for this to be an amazing day. As I got to the library, I got a call from my hubby again. A call that had a single purpose. For Marc to tell me he loves me <3 :D I don't know about you all, but that is enough to make my day. Of course I know Marc loves me, he wouldn't have married me if he didn't. But that call gave me all the caffeine