I think we're done (don't read if squeamish)

There was a LOT of controversy over this article:
http://www.time.com/time/covers/0,16641,20120521,00.html
Generally, my opinion is that each parent should do what's best for their children/their family.  I have no problem with moms who choose to formula feed, chose both, or choose to breastfeed.  I figure YOU know what's best for yourself, your child, your family.  Generally, unless your kid is hurting my kid, or unless I feel you're abusing your child, I feel like you should do what you feel is best.  I have no problem helping out/saying what I see when asked, but I see no point in judging other parents for raising their child differently than mine when they're doing what they think is best.
Point being, I've known a great many women who breastfeed, and numerous who choose to breastfeed beyond a year.  What they are NOT thinking is "oh, I'm such a better mom than you are because I'm still BF'ing my kiddo.  I'm so much better than you and so is my kid."  While I know the photo and title was meant to sell issues of the magazine, I REALLY hate that this makes it seem like a) moms who choose extended breastfeeding are freaks and b) think they're better than other moms.
Very few people know, but I was an ext bf'er.  Up until about maybe a month'ish ago.  My experience was as follows:
Before I gave birth, I was hoping to breastfeed for about eighteen months if I could make it that far.  But I viewed BF'ing as a marathon.  Small workable goals to achieve.  (2 weeks, 4 weeks, two months, 3 months, 6 months, 12 months, 18 months, etc; I figured that just focusing on the next small goal and reevaluating when I met each goal; WAY less stressful than trying to focus on 6-18 months when you're three days in and struggling; no matter what, I figured I'd try my best and be proud of whatever I was able to do; I'm not anti formula.)  I went back to work within two weeks of giving birth for several reasons.  We had issues with breastfeeding and I had to pump more than average (once before work, three times during a normal day, and once at night; this is in addition to direct feeding).  I also had to take supplements to keep my supply up.
Anyway, there were lots of things that were  a struggle, but we made it to 12 months.  Gabriel was still very attached to BFing and I still enjoyed that one-on-one time b/c I was working full-time and saw very little of Gabe awake during the workweek.  So we kept going past 12 months.  By the by: I don't know why Americans are so tsk tsk'ing of women who choose to feed their kiddo formula when they're young infants, but all of the sudden things flip-flopped when Gabe was 9 months and people started tsk tsk'ing me that I was "still" breastfeeding (grossed out looks, asking if I was currently trying to wean, wondering when I was going to be done, underhanded comments, etc).  Very odd.  The AAP even suggests breastfeeding for at least 12 months, so I don't know why people seemed to get skeeved out that I was breastfeeding an 11 month old.  Weird. 
By the time Gabe turned about 18 months (yea for reaching my goal), our lives changed drastically...  Hubby got a job and flew across country for job training.  Gabe went into daycare while I was still working full-time (this was his first experience with daycare in any form).  Gabe and I ended up living in three separate places before we even moved to New Location(during which time we lived pretty minimalistic lifestyle b/c most of our stuff was in storage).  And after a few months in daycare, I became a stay at home mom.  So there were a LOT of changes during that time.  You could tell there was an effect on The Little One.  He started waking up at night again (not an issue since we did sleep training at 9 months).  And he started waking up ALOT.  He may or may not have stopped eating for a while there.  It was very slow progress in getting him to eat anything again, much less eating a full meal.  During this time, I was SO grateful that he was still BFing.  He refused to drink anything other than water from a cup, so for a while there the only nutrients he was intaking was a few grapes (or similar) a day and breastmilk.  The only other time he'd gone through an anti-eating phase, it was when he was 14/15 months old, when he refused to intake anything other than berries and breastmilk, which lasted all of a week.  This phase lasted much longer.  Hence, I was grateful (although it did also take a toll).
Once we got settled in New Location, were living with Hubby again, and got into a routine, I figured things would settle down a bit.  They did, but not much.  I started limiting BF'ing b/c I needed some "me space."  It was what was right for me and my family.  I truly believe that.  So we limited BF'ing to sleeptimes (could only BF right after he woke up, right before naptime, and right before bedtime).  After a while of this, I ended up cutting him down more.  If I ever wanted to have a day away, I wanted to make sure he would fall asleep with others for naptime (and b/c I just needed more of a break), so we cut back to morning and night.  These really weren't THAT big of a deal.  There were a few days of confusion when he was learning the new rules, but there weren't any uber tantrums.  At some point after the last cutback, I figured I could maintain up to twice a day for a while longer so we stayed there.  And he started requesting it less and less.  Then he stopped asking for mornings almost ever...and then he started being so tired at night (and it helped that Chris started putting Gabe down more so he was getting more used to not having "nursey" each night).  At some point in the last month, he stopped asking and hasn't since. 
So I guess we're done.  It seems weird, as it's been a blessing, but also my ball and chain for the last 2.5 years.  I'm glad we had that time.  I'm glad I was able to give my kid the nutrients he needed, even if it was a massive struggle sometime.  I'm glad I was able to comfort him during the months he was uber stressed out.  And, honestly, I'm glad we're done.  I enjoy sitting and reading him a book goodnight, or singing him a song goodnight now.  And I'm glad I didn't have to fully force a wean.  I may have led it a bit, but he ended up making up his mind when to fully stop.