He treats breastfeeding as one treats a bottle of Montrachet 1978 that has been purchased in lieu of a home. He approaches it with trepidation that maybe, just maybe, if he turns his head away for one moment, it will be gone. He takes slow sips, savoring the full-bodied flavor. He knows in his heart of hearts that he can make that one drink last for hours.
It’s the only time in a mother’s life that she wishes her child breastfed with the enthusiasm that gives her faint glimpses of a future Daytona Beach Beer Funnel Grand Champion, Spring Break, 2028.Share on Facebook