Monday, May 28, 2012

A Day in the Life Of...

Me... Katie Moon.
It is Monday, Memorial Day. Everyone's day off... well except me of course. I woke up this morning to continue working on a paper that is due Wednesday of this week. I have to have it done today, because I must begin my paper for my other class that is due Thursday, and man is that one going to suck to write. 12 pages. I might be dead after Thursday. If I am to survive after Thursday I will have a significantly less stressful week ahead (week 10 of classes). I will have a few light homework assignments here and there, a group project/ paper, and I will take 3 finals during week 10. Week 11 consists of a presentation, a paper due, and 1 final. Oh man am I going to celebrate on Thursday of week 11!! Who's with me?? 

For the rest of today, I will finish this paper, go for a run, and get ready for work in the late afternoon. Not my most memorable or fun Memorial Days, but at least I get time and a half right?! 

Well just thought I would get an update in really quick, I know I haven't been writing very frequently this term, it's just been a crazy spring term. I promise to get after my blog once this term is over. 

Love and Survival


Thursday, May 17, 2012


It's days like these that you remember how good life can be, and how alive you are. The possibilities are endless. The job opportunities, the lifestyle, the dedication. It means something, and its going  to get you somewhere. You work hard, you play hard, you put in the work, it will pay off. You can't be stopped with this kind of mind set.

The dream of what could be; the act of making it happen. The determination, the drive, the perseverance that will get noticed. You matter, you have something to say, you have something to bring to the table. Your drive is necessary and needed. You supply youth, and a critical eye. They have to have you. No other choice.

I know I am alive. I know I matter. I know God has a plan for me, and that is what counts.

Love and #makeitcount


Sunday, May 13, 2012

All Da Babies

Often I hear from the mouths of people my own age, how babies and kids are so wild, and so much work. They talk about wanting to have them, but no time soon. This is a thing for the future. For 10 years down the road. It isn't so much that I don't understand where they are coming from, because I do. I get it. Babies are alot of work. I'm 23, I am still figuring out the best ways to care for myself, let alone a husband and children. But something else I have learned is that babies remind me of peace, and of true natural beauty. I know you are wondering what drugs I'm taking, or whose kids I have been around that made me feel this way. I am trying to find the best words to express my thoughts. You all know I help out in the toddler room (babies who start walking) at church every other Sunday morning. Can I just tell you about the joy my heart feels when I work with these babes?! When the babies first get dropped off, they are all quite curious and a little skeptical of the place they were just abandoned. The first 15 minutes requires the volunteers to pick up alot of trains and baby dolls to distract the kids long enough for them to forget that mom and dad are not here right now. Slowly you gain these babies trust, and by the end of the service these kids are sitting in your lap and smiling at you. This morning alone I held the sweetest little boy in my arms as I rocked him in a rocking chair and made him feel safe. I have no greater calling in my life than to be a mama, and everytime I help in the toddler room I am reminded of this. That I am beautifully designed to love and care for others. My heart is happiest when I am pouring into others, or rocking a sweet child of God's in my arms. How they need you. How they trust you. To me there is no sweeter metaphor than a child of God. How we need our Father in heaven, like a 1 year old needs to be rocked and held. The most simple form of beauty, a mother and her baby. How appropriate that I write on this subject for the day of Mother's Day! May we all remember how sweet and precious our moms are, and what a gift they are. If you are reading this and your mom is no longer present, or never was, I pray that your heart finds gladness with your Father in Heaven, and that maybe someday you get to experience being a mom or a dad. No greater calling. I pray that we as a culture never forget the importance of being a parent. That our jobs, or our lifestyles would not be more important than our children.
Happy Mother's Day to my mama Margaret- Thank you for being the calm in our family, and being a woman with wise instruction on her tongue. I pray that I can be a strong mother and wife as you have been for our family. 
Happy Mother's Day to my sister-in-law Summer- With a growing baby boy inside you, you have never been so beautiful. I grown in anticipation with every passing day for this baby. You will make a wonderful mother, this baby is truly blessed.

Psalm 127:3

"Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord, the fruit of the womb a reward."

Love and Happy Mother's Day


Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Too this, Too that

Blonde? Brunette? Long hair, short hair? Brown eyes, blue eyes? Too much makeup... not enough makeup. Lose weight. Buy more clothes. Pale, too tan. Too funny, not funny enough. Too thrilling, not thrilling enough. Too reserved, not reserved enough. Too adventurous, not adventurous enough. Too sexy, not sexy. Not enough of a natural beauty. Finger nails are too short. Not involved enough. Too career focused, too focused on relationships. Talks too much, doesn't talk enough. Too opinionated, no opinion of her own. Thinks too highly of herself, doesn't think highly enough of herself. Too independent, not independent enough. Never talks to me, too needy. Too maternal, not maternal enough.

(A lot of women think this way, and they often feel the pressures come from men, but maybe it is really from ourselves)

Love and Exhaustion


Thursday, May 3, 2012

Malachi Moon

A nephew. I am going to have a nephew. A boy. A little man. A handsome man. A heart-breaker. Hide your daughters. 

He is going to be so good looking. He is going to be so athletic. He is going to be my buddy. My sweet little nephew. My brother and sister-in-law let me be the one to open up the balloon, because they both knew how much I wanted a nephew. A little mini Benjamin. The good looks of his mama, the athletic talent from his dad, and the charming wit of his Auntie Kate ;) 
This dude is gonna be the Man. Chi Moon, you are highly anticipated and growing big and strong just like a champ. I have lots to teach you, so come hang with me in September ok? Love you my little man. 

Love and Everything Blue

-Auntie Kate