It's the Little Things

The other night I was uploading photos from my phone onto my computer, and in the process I decided to look through older photos from when Julia was a baby.  I came across quite a few of she and I when I was breastfeeding, and it hit me hard.  This one was my favorite.

Today, Julia took it upon herself to pull all of her sheets, blankets, and towels out of the bottom drawer of her dresser.  As I was folding, I came across a blanket that had two ends tied in a knot because I would use that as my cover up when I would breastfeed.  I stared sadly at it for a second, and then I untied it thinking, "Well, I won't need to do that ever again."  

I don't want to get into the melancholy feelings and everything, but it's the little things that hurt.  And the phrase, "You have no right to feel this way," pops into my head frequently when I feel this way, so then I just feel guilty.  It's a vicious cycle of emotions.