Monday, July 28, 2014

Happy Times

I haven't written a blog post in so long, I hope I remember how. One phone call changed the course of my spring. From that moment on the bulk of my attention was focused in one direction. 

My 24-year-old daughter, Kiah, called on March 28 with the wonderful news that her boyfriend, Dayton, had proposed. It's been four years since the last Vik wedding and Keith and I aren't getting any younger so if our children don't want their kids to have old grandparents, they should get married sooner, rather than later. 

Sooner, rather than later. I should be careful what I wish for. They decided to get married on July 12, which at the time was 3 and 1/2 months away. 

At first I panicked. Weddings are a lot of work and we didn't have much time. I barely slept that night. I got up in the middle of the night and started making to-do lists. I finally calmed down by telling myself that to get married, all one needs is a minister, a bride, a groom, and two witnesses. Everything else is extra. If things get done, great. If not, they would still get married. 

We're really happy with how things turned out so I want to share about this blessing in increments. Today will be a little background. 

Kiah had not dated for four years after a painful breakup in 2009. She focused on college, work, fitness, faith, friends, and enjoying her family. 



For a few years she had no interest in a relationship. If a guy looked at her twice, she quit talking to him. She said married people were boring. Thought her married friends were settling, that there were more exciting things to do than get married. I knew when she met the right person, she'd change her mind. 

Two years ago in 2013, Kiah went to work for the summer at the Bible camp where Andrew worked. Andrew confided that he hoped to set Kiah up with someone. I recommended that he not tell her, because if she got wind of his matchmaking, the match would be over before it began. Ironically, one of the people Andrew had in mind was Dayton's brother. Right family, wrong brother. 

Kiah called home to talk about her summer. She said there were no guys she was interested in. So what else was new? She hadn't been interested for awhile so that didn't surprise me. I asked who she had enjoyed getting to know. She mentioned a few people and then said there were three brothers that she really liked. She said they were nice, fun, hard working, funny, and everyone liked them. 

Kiah returned to camp the next summer (2013) She called to talk about her summer and said, "You don't have to worry Mom. There's nobody here I'm interested in."

I told her I wasn't worried. I firmly believe God is my children's matchmaker and does a much better job in that department. I trust God for His timing.

We talked a month later and she confided in me that she was interested in the youngest of the three brothers she had gotten to know the previous summer. 

She was concerned that he was four years younger than her and wondered if that was okay. I told her that once people get past high school, age doesn't matter as much. Maturity doesn't always correlate with age. I know young people who are mature and old people who aren't. 

I went to camp six weeks later to see my new granddaughter. Kiah asked if I would pray with her about her interest in Dayton. She wanted to trust God and didn't want to get weird. She asked if I thought it was okay for her to ask him out. 

I didn't know what to say. When I was young, guys did the asking. It had been so long since I dated that I wasn't sure what was acceptable now. Andrew said it was okay so she decided to take a risk. I wouldn't have been that brave. 

She asked Dayton to hang out and they did, but it was very awkward. He later confessed to being scared. He liked her but wasn't sure he wanted to pursue a relationship at the time.


Picture taken by a fellow camp member the first time they hung out

After camp they started corresponding online. They used up more than their fair share of Facebook's personal message space. Dayton lived in Florida so they were a long way apart. Kiah was unsure for a few months how he felt about her. 

On December 23, Dayton called to ask Keith's permission to date our daughter. Keith had never met Dayton so wasn't sure what to say, but based on his children's endorsement who did know Dayton, he gave his blessing. 

Two days later, on a Skype date, Dayton sang her a song and asked her to be his girlfriend. She was ecstatic, happy to know that he returned her affections. 

Kiah and Anna went to visit Dayton and his family in January. 



First official date

 

The visit went well. Dayton visited in February but spent much of that time with our family when Keith's mom passed away. 

Dayton's family is bigger than ours so I figured we wouldn't overwhelm him. But we did anyway. Turns out a big family with mostly brothers is way different than a big family with mostly girls. Girls are a whole different breed.  



 

I knew they were talking about getting married but no movement had happened in that area. I don't endorse pushing people into marriage, but if they wanted to get married this summer, the sooner he asked her the better. I decided to quit worrying because worrying makes me weird and doesn't fix anything. 


Unbeknownst to us, Dayton had called Keith to ask permission to marry Kiah. Kiah went to visit Dayton's family again in March and this is when he proposed. Dayton fixed her a nice dinner, wrote her a very sweet song, and asked her to marry him. Very creative and romantic. 







We were all very excited. Andrew would finally get a brother after wanting one for 22 years. The sisters were amazed at Kiah's about-face. From thinking married people were boring to wanting to get married as soon as possible. We all liked Dayton and looked forward to July 12 when he would join our family.


Stayed tuned for more installments in the Kiah and Dayton saga.

Sunday, June 8, 2014

Catching Up

     
You may or may not have noticed that I haven't written a blog post in the past six weeks. I'm running seriously behind schedule and just sent out our 2013 Christmas letters. One of my life's goals is to some year send the 
first Christmas letter people receive. Obviously 2012 wasn't the year. Neither was 2013. Procrastination combined with an unprecedented number of changes this past year meant a May letter. After 4 years at the same location with the same jobs, we did a Fruit Basket Upset.

Change #1 - Keith's sister wins the Biggest Surprise of 2013 Award by getting married at the age of 65. She moved to a new house and now we have a new brother-in-law and find that we like married Karen even 
                                               better than single Karen.

   Change #2 - After living in the midwest his whole life, Keith's older brother, Neil, and his wife moved 
   to the Seattle area.

   Change #3 - Erica (22) graduated last May with an Occupational Therapy Assistant degree.  
   Christina (28) and Kiah (24), graduated last May with nursing degrees.




   Change #4 - Anna (19) graduated from high school.




   Change #5  - Keith's family sold his mom's house so we spent a week in June helping Karen clean it. 
   Grandma had lived in the same house for 34 years and her basement had become the family storage unit
   which means there was a lot of stuff to find places for.

   Change #6 - We joined the grandparents club! Last July, Andrew (26) and Rachel (24) blessed us 
   with our beautiful granddaughter Cailin Louise (like Caitlin without a "t"). Cailin is the first grandchild 
   on both sides and has six aunts and one uncle to spoil her.




   Change #7 - In August Kiah and Anna moved five hours south to LaCrosse, WI. Kiah works as a       
   nursing home RN and Anna is a barista at Moka Coffee Shop. Anna wants to be the favorite aunt so 
   babysits for Andrew and Rachel. They acquired a cat they named Ramona after Ramona Quimby. 




   Change #8 - Keith's Uncle Jim Christiansen passed away over Labor Day. He was in the same 
   Assisted Living facility as Keith's Mom. 

   Change #9 - After five years of camp ministry, Andrew and Rachel felt led to do something different. 
   They moved in September to an apartment ten blocks from Kiah and Anna in LaCrosse. Andrew 
   works at Best Buy in the computer department. Rachel works part-time as a nursing home 
   Recreational Therapist.

   Change #10 - Erica moved to LaCrosse in November and lives near Kiah and Anna. Makes it easy 
   to visit our kids now since they're clustered in the same part of the same city. I had hoped that our kids 
   would grow up to like each other as adults. So far, so good. Erica works in LaCrosse as a Medical 
   Services Coordinator for Logistics Health.



  
   Change #11 - Our 28 year streak of driving big family vehicles came to an end. We traded our big 
   red passenger van for a small Pontiac Vibe that comfortably seats four people.

   Change #12- Christina is an RN at a nursing home in Ashland. Do you notice a pattern here? She 
   moved out a month ago and lives 10 blocks away. She traveled in January to Honduras on a 
   short-term medical team that holds clinics in remote villages. 




   Change #13 - My mother, Pat Taylor, died at the age of 74 on January 17, 2014. She had severe 
   COPD and congestive heart problems for 12 years.  She died from pneumonia and a C02 build up 
    in her body. I know she's in a better place and wouldn't wish her back, but we're never ready to say 
    good-bye to our loved ones. Kiah and I rode the train to Portland for the memorial service.

   Change #14 - On the way home from my Mom's funeral, I got the news that Keith's mom, Marie Vik, 
   had suffered a stroke. After four days of hospitalization, she passed away at the age of 89. We knew 
   Keith's mom was aging, and my mom was very sick, but we never dreamed our mothers would die two 
   weeks apart. Our whole family was able to attend the funeral.

   Change #15 - On a happier note, Kiah got engaged a month ago to Dayton McCauley and they plan 
   to get married this summer in Ashland. Kiah met Dayton at camp two summers ago. We like Dayton 
   very much and Andrew is happy to finally be getting a brother.



  
    Keith and I, along with Amy, and Lani are the only Viks who didn't move in the last year. Besides 
    being grayer and flabbier, Keith and I haven't changed much. 





    Church is going well and other than enduring the coldest winter we've ever experienced, we're happy 
    to live where we do. The house is cleaner and quieter but we do miss the fun of having all the girls 
    home. We have a guest room now so feel free to book a stay at Hotel Vik.

   Amy (17) finally has her own room for the first time in her life. Amy is a junior and the family extrovert. 
   She loves working at camp, babysitting, knitting, hanging out with friends, and being on a cross-country 
   ski team. We enjoy Amy's friendly personality and are blessed to see her grow into a sweet young lady. 
   After so many years of juggling seven children (not literally), it's a treat to just have two kids to care for.

   Lani (15) is a freshman and is fast becoming the family handyman. She loves to clean, organize, and fix 
   up old furniture. She is patiently redoing her bedroom by herself - stripping wallpaper, patching, 
   sanding, painting, ripping up carpet, etc. She wore out our last electric sander so Keith just bought 
   her a new one.

   This has been a crazy year but we know the One who holds all our tomorrows in His hands. We believe 
   God knows best and we trust Him with our future. We hope all is well with you. It's always a treat to 
   hear from friends and family. Thanks for being a part of our lives.
                                                                                                                                          
    Love,
    Angie for the family                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

Thursday, April 24, 2014

In Honor of Erica's 22nd Birthday

Our Middle Child turns 22 today. In honor of her birthday, I've compiled a list of the cute things she said and did when she was little. One of the privileges of motherhood is being able to embarrass your children whenever you feel like it.

 


Childhood Nicknames

Erica from America (Proud of this one - I came up with it.)
Hairy – She was born with a lot of hair

6 Months

Destructo – self-explanatory
Walking Disaster Area
Twinkletoes
Sparky


Childhood Erica-isms

Hanna – Banana
Barbecue – Barbie
Bitos – Burritos
Nee-Nog – Egg Nog
Uncles – Ankles
Birk – Book
Gates – Dates
Skookies – Cookies
“I’m two my old.” – I’m two years old
“Stake a bath.” – Take a bath
“On Friday” – her standard answer when we asked her to do things
Jackie Fair – Her word for a homeschool geography fair we participated in.

Fun Stories
Hide and Seek – November 1993
One evening we couldn’t find eighteen-month-old Erica. We lived in a small two-bedroom basement apartment so there wasn’t many places she could be. Finally we found her stuck under our bed in one of the underdrawers. We all had a good laugh while Keith figured out how to get her out. 

“I Protest” - 10/29/94    
On the way home from Sam’s Club, Keith said to the children, “Stay in the car while I take Erica (2) in and lay her down for a nap.” Erica, who had been sleeping in her car seat, woke up and cried, “No nap!!, then cried for a bit with her eyes closed, and fell back to sleep.

Not Hard - November, 1994
Kiah (5) stubbornly refused to eat her banana. She held up the banana and said, “I can’t get it open.”
Erica (2) walked over, took Kiah’s banana, very easily opened it, handed the peeled banana to Kiah, and said matter-of-factly, “There.”

 Not Tired – 11/94

It was afternoon rest time and Erica (2) was up goofing around. Kiah yelled, “Mom, why isn’t Erica resting?”

Erica yelled back, “BECAUSE, Kiah!”

A Different Perspective - December 2, 1994
I took Erica (2) to the grocery store one evening. As we walked to the car she noticed blinking Christmas lights down the street. She said very seriously, “Mom, the lights go off and on.  Off and on.” I thought this was funny because adults would say “On and Off” but she had it the other way around.

Comforting Words - January 11, 1995
We had all come down with the winter crud. Erica (2 ½) was very sick and wanted comfort. I held her and said, “Mommy loves you Erica.”
She replied, “Yes.”
Then I said, “And Daddy loves you.”
To which she again said, “Yes.”
I finished with, “And Grandma loves you.”
Then she sweetly and seriously said, “And Erica is very happy.” 



Imagine- August, 1995
We were visiting good friends in Colorado Springs.  We had taken three-year-old Erica to their downstairs bathroom earlier in the day. Before we left, we took Erica to the upstairs bathroom.
Erica looked around wide-eyed and said very seriously, “Is this a different bathroom?”
“Yes, it is,” I answered.
Then Erica said, in a voice full of wonder, “Imagine.  Two Bathrooms!”      
We’ve had one bathroom for as long as she could remember. In her mind, two bathrooms was sheer luxury.

Not Beating Around the Bush – August 1995
We had gone over to Keith’s bosses’ house for dinner. We also knew them from church and our children must have been feeling at home with their family.
After dinner and been served and everything was cleaned up, Erica (3) went up to the hostess and said, “Do you got any cake and ice cream?”
We were embarrassed and later explained to Erica that it wasn’t polite to ask for dessert.

Equally Yoked – December 1995
We’d explained to our children that it’s important to marry Christians when they grew up.  We’d gotten a Christmas letter from friends who’d shared that their seven-year-old daughter had become a Christian that year. 
Three-year-old Erica’s face brightened and she said seriously, “Then I can marry her.”

True Confessions – October 1995
At Faith Baptist Church one morning, Pastor Dave asked the congregation, “Do any of you have any unconfessed sin?
Three-year-old Erica pipes up, loud and clear for everyone to hear, “Yes!”

Good Advice – January 15, 1996
 Christina (11) was out of sorts and grumping at her siblings. Erica (3), tired of Christina’s rude remarks, yelled at her, “Respect your elbows!”

Duh! – May 30, 1996
At lunch one day, I told Kiah (6) that she had received some mail. When Kiah wondered who it was from, Erica (4) said, “From the mailman.”

Big Words – August, 1996

One hot day I was checking for cucumbers in the garden. I thought I had found them all but Erica (4) found one more. She held up the cucumber and said, “Aha! Apparently you didn’t look thoroughly.” We laughed, thinking “apparently” was quite a big word for a four-year-old.

So There! – February 12, 1998

All the kids had come down with bad colds at the same time. One night Erica (5) had a fever and was dozing on and off. She woke up, mumbled, “I don’t care what you say, my fever hurts!” and went back to sleep.

Ouch! - May 6, 2003Erica wrote this when she was eleven-years-old.
Today we are playing with our imagination and we wrapped tape around our ankles and
wrists and called them “Laser Beams.” We tried to shoot each other.
Amy got carried away and wrapped tape all the way to her knees! Later she tried to pull it off. Her legs were red for an hour.


Today Erica (second from left) is a proud aunt and has fun chronicling the fun antics of her favorite niece. 

Love ya, Sweetie. Hope you have a great birthday. Glad that you're part of our crazy bunch.


On a more serious note, I wrote this blog post for Erica's 17th birthday. 
If interested, click here to read.

Saturday, February 22, 2014

Oh, My Poor Neglected Blog

I'm dismayed that it's come to this. Over two months without one post. 

I've followed blogs before that quit posting and I'd think, "No, please don't quit. I enjoy hearing about your life." Unless your blog friends are in-real-life friends or Facebook friends, once they stop blogging, you have no other way to know how they're doing.

2014 has been crazy so far. We visited Keith's sister who lives nine hours away and our kids who live five hours away for the Christmas holidays. Upon our return, we took turns sharing the cold that our relatives had shared with us at Christmas. 

A week later, My mother was hospitalized with pneumonia. She had COPD, assorted other health issues, and had been bedridden for two years. We'd had similar phone calls like this over the last 12 years, so while concerned, we assumed she'd bounce back like all the other times.

2012
She died January 17.  

Even though she had been sick for a long time, and I'm glad she's in a better place and is no longer in any physical or emotional pain, that for the first time in her life, everything is right, it was still hard. I don't think we're ever ready to say good-bye to people we love. 

The upside of a sad time, is spending time with family and friends. My daughter Kiah and I took the train from Minneapolis to Portland for her funeral. 



Despite the circumstances, Kiah and I had a great time. We enjoyed connecting with family we hadn't seen for agesI was gone 12 days. 

On the train ride home, I got the message that my husband's 89-year-old mother had suffered a stroke. This took me by surprise because for the most part she had been in good health. 

She died three days later on January 31. Exactly two weeks after my mom.  Double whammy! Ouch! I hadn't processed my mom's death yet before Keith's mom died. 

She was ready to go. She said at Christmas that this was her last Christmas. She often said that she just wanted God to take her. She's in a much better place and we wouldn't wish her back, but she was dearly loved and we miss her. 

First time our family had all been together in over a year. 


Our granddaughter lightened everyone's hearts. My son said people should rent out therapy babies for funerals.  


Good to mourn together, share memories, family stories, hugs, and tears. Good to say good-bye together, but in our own way. 

Because Keith's mom had been in assisted living, we had to immediately clean out her apartment so we wouldn't be charged for another month. Usually after a funeral, you don't have to deal with their stuff right away. This was a mixed blessing, as it was hard, but it's done. It could easily have dragged on for years, like it did with his dad's stuff.   

The first week home I felt numb and sluggish and didn't feel like doing much. We're for the most part back in the saddle and trying to get back into a routine. 

All this to explain where I've been the last two months.  If you still read my blog, thank-you. I appreciate your concern for me and my family. I'm thankful for all my family and friends, virtual or otherwise.