A letter to my nursling... on our breastfeeding relationship over the years.
It's 11:30 on Christmas eve, and I have gifts to wrap and ice cream to eat, but Thea seems to be oblivious to this, and is up digging through the piles of post-cousin-Christmas wrapping paper and discussing it...
"You don't know how to write the word, but you can draw a picture." Ok with this, she got a sticky note and a pen. "Momma, will you write 'Colby cheese' on my list first please," she asked. I did.