Geneva didn't ask for milkies this morning.
There is absolutely no reason I should feel melancholy about this. But here I am, all wistful and a little sad.
I know she's not done, that tomorrow will be back to the status quo and I'll be annoyed and wish she would just wean herself already.
But one day she will be done, and she will wean herself, and I will miss all those times for all those years when it was just sweet bonding.
Parenting is so confusing.