Welcome to Georgia's Journey

Georgia Lily Lucas was born at home on October 6th, 2008 4:15am, in Winnipeg, Manitoba. She was diagnosed with SMA (Spinal Muscular Atrophy) on April 1, 2009.

On April 3rd Georgia was taken home, to be near her sisters and the rest of her family and friends. Nearly three weeks later, on April 21, 2009, she died peacefully -- in the loving arms of her mother and in the same room in which she was born.

Saturday, October 31, 2009

Halloween Fun

Trick or treating has just started to slow down. The girls have been home for over an hour. They ran around with some of our neighbors for about 45 minutes before calling it quits. I'm actually glad as it means less candy to deal with!

The girls have been in costume since Wenesday morning. It started with preschool and gymnastics and then carried on with kindergarten, dance and finally the big day. Maya was dressed as Belle (Beauty and the Beast) up until this afternoon when she decided that she wanted to wear something warmer. Can't say that I blame her. Good thing that we have a couple of fuzzy unicorn costumes kicking around. Calla was dressed as Tinkerbell with a long blond hair piece just for fun!

This year we let the girls each decorate their own pumpkins with sticker kits and then Mike carved the biggest pumpkin. Thanks for all the pumkins Auntie Joan and Uncle Allan. We also made Halloween cookies (pumpkins and ghosts). Calla looked at me this evening as she was getting dressed up and said, "Mommy, I've waited all year for this! It finally happening!" So nice to hear such enthusiasm.

Calla's is the cat and Maya's is the princess.

Love to you all,


Wednesday, October 28, 2009

The Paradox

I haven't felt much like writing lately. We have been quite busy. I was actually out of town all weekend on a shopping trip in Minneapolis. It's always nice to get away but always nicer to get home. The countless cloudy days and the hoopla over H1N1 seem to be affecting people's moods. I can't tell you how many people have told me that they just want to sleep all the time. I think that we all need a little sunshine around here.

I wasn't planning on writing tonight as I have very little to say. Apparently those cloudy days and all the hoopla are affecting my mood too. I received an email this morning however that I thought was worth sharing. If you've already read it, then read it again. It's worth thinking about. Enjoy! Thanks Corinne!

"The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider freeways ,but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgement, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom. We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.

We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbour. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things.

We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill...


Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away."

George Carlin

Love to you all,