That's Love


I don't know about you all, but when I'm hungry, I'm hungry. You're probably thinking, what does that have anything to do with love? Today I had to stay out pretty late, and Marc has been home waiting for me. He checked in on me about 2 hours ago wondering when I'd be home. "Late," was my response. It wasn't until about 5 minutes ago that I figured out why that call came in. As I was about to start writing the blog it somehow came out that Marc hadn't eaten. Honestly, I thought he was kidding when he said he was waiting for me. There's no way he'd wait this long to eat dinner. I was wrong. It is possible. He hadn't touched the food! You know how horrible I feel, but how appreciative I am right now? A ton haha. It makes me think of something I've always thought about growing up. I'm sure this has happened to many of you, and/or you've seen it. When a mother gives her food to her children, or when she gives them the best bite, or when she gives them the last bite. I always wondered how that worked. That instinct hasn't quite hit me just yet. Yesterday proves it. Babe, I'm sorry I ate without you <3 But, thank you for waiting for me to eat tonight. 

With love always,
Becca Colón

P.s. You're the real MVP!

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