When I was first pregnant I set my nursing goal at 2 years old and, in the blink of an eye, we're still going strong at 28 months. She's showing no interest in slowing down or stopping any time soon. I have moments, sometimes days, where I feel done but the thought of stopping makes me cry, so I know I'm not fully there yet. Comfort nursing, for the both of us. I'm incredibly proud of how well we've done along the way and though I sometimes would like my body back to myself, I know she won't always want or need that special time with me so, while it's here, I'll enjoy it. I asked Ivo to take a few pictures of us nursing, because it really is special. And, as I look at the pictures, it's funny because though she may look like a big girl sometimes, here in my arms, she still looks like my baby. She still is my baby.