I breastfed my DD till she was 3.5 - tandem-feeding her with her baby brother for the last year of that - and until recently was still feeding DS (2.9) first and last thing.
A couple of weeks ago he stopped wanting breast milk at bedtime, and the past three mornings he hasn't wanted it then either. Hasn't asked and I haven't offered, because if he's ready to stop I'm not going discourage that.
But I'm really sad about it. I could cry. It feels like I'm losing my last link with their babyhood. Doesn't help that I'd love another baby but for various reasons we've decided not to have another.
I love and adore the little people they're growing into. They make me proud every day just by being themselves. But god, I miss my babies so much.