But there is something equally dear about having her nurse as a toddler – her hands cupped around my breast, kneading with one hand, how her free hand sometimes touches my cheek and how she sticks her hand in mine.
I never thought I would still be nursing after the one year mark passed (albeit just at night). But then again, a lot of my preconceived (literally – pre–conceived) ideas have changed. Pre-baby, nursing a toddler seemed silly, unlikely. But now…it seems just right.
(Photo by: Hoover Family Photos) *not a picture of my little girl*