It seems like just yesterday I was excited to make it to one year. Now we're staring two down the back of its neck. 21 months of nursing this month... where has the time gone? Our nursing relationship has grown and is amazing, but he is already slowing down. Each time he drops a session, I get a little sad. The weekends usually bring more nursing (I work outside the home), but for the most part... less and less nursing is going on. I don't think he'll stop completely any time soon, but most days he only nurses 3 times. I should be celebrating, so why is this making me sad?