It was after three in the afternoon and I realized this was the first time since waking up she was asking for "na-nap" (or more recently "na-nip" -- her words not mine.)
I started to notice that she isn't nursing as much at all. Definitely still enough at night and for comfort, and here and there, but less and less and less.
We'll nurse a lot longer, extended, it's what we do, it's what I prefer and so far, her, too. But the end is near-er, still off in the horizon I imagine, but I see the shadow walking, and it's so incredibly bittersweet.
You Capture: A Moment.
(taken with my iPhone.)