good 'til the last drop...

Well, last night was the last night of Mommy milk. It was a sweet time. Not so much bittersweet because I think I've been grieving for the past few days. Josh was unexpectedly home last night...it was a calm night with just the three of us before the holiday fun with family. It seemed God made the perfect time for this to take place. This time last year, I had already decided I wanted to have me and Hunter's last meal by "candlelight." I told this to my friend Amanda over Labor Day, and she giggled a little. I told her I was serious and she said "I know you are-- I know you, Courtney!" Ha ha. Gotta love good friends.

Thoughts went through my mind last night of our year together. Sweet pictures are in my head that can never be erased, just like with any mom, whether nursing or not. And then, my thoughts drifted. After a year of hungering for any food to keep up with a hungry boy, I started hungering for heaven. You see, I'm such a sucker for the origin of things. On family vacations, I had to visit where scenes took place in LA, where this was started or thought of. Where Walt Disney first drew Mickey. I marveled at where the Cabbage Patch babies were born. So here in this moment with Hunter, I longed for the place where this sweet milk was thought up. Heaven. What a great place it must be.

It was a great year with my son, but now we decided we would be a little more inclusive. Since it's not such a private party anymore, we had a tray set aside in his room. When we were done, we surprised and called in Daddy.

We had fun, Hunter loved his first bite of Oreo! Even with the extra sugar, he went right to sleep.

Then my thoughts went to not-so-spiritual things like how much more time I'll have in the evenings. But--oh. Bummer. I just remembered I have not had to do dishes in a year.

Thanks, Josh. I had it pretty good. :)