*photo taken last summer when M was about two and a half years old.
I am sitting in quiet contemplation on this bright winter morning. Much has happened since I last wrote here, the biggest event being, M is weaned. I have been trying to summarize our breastfeeding journey for a while now. But how does one sum up three years and one month worth of words? Where do I begin? Do I write about the years or the phases? The ups and downs, or the effort and the ease of it all? Instead of writing right now, I will continue to process what these three years have meant to me, and simply leave you with one word. Bittersweet.