I was reading M a few stories before naptime yesterday, including one of her current favorites, Best Best Friends. When we were finished reading, I asked her who her best, best friend is and, without hesitation, she pointed at me. It was so honest and sweet, I almost cried. Over two years into motherhood, it still amazes me how such a simple moment can be so heartwarming. I only hope that she will still want to be my friend 10 or 20 or 30 years from now.
In other news, M only wanted to nurse for about a minute before bed last night. Is weaning finally in sight? It's not that I haven't loved breastfeeding her, because I have. But I never really planned to nurse this long. In the back of my mind, getting to one year was always the goal. That year came and went, and we kept going. Another year came and went, and here we are--still going strong. But at 26 months, I'm ready to be done. Now I'm just waiting, as patiently as possible, for M to feel the same way.
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