This is a difficult thing to say (it's not...I'm totally lying), but our time together has come to an end. It's been a lovely twelve-and-a-half months, and except for the occasional leakage, you have served us well.
Avent, we have spent a lot of time together over this last year. You've been right there when we needed you, eight times a day in the beginning, through all the late nights and early mornings. I'm sure you noticed we've gradually spent less and less time together, but that's just a part of life.
I hope you weren't too hurt that I cheered on the day Addison and Mackenzie learned to hold you and feed themselves. It's not that I wanted to get away from you, it was just nice to have a hand free every once in awhile. As much as we loved you, it sure was hard to hold two bottles at once!
As important as you've been in our day-to-day lives, the time has come for us to go our separate ways. Don't bother begging me to take you back; I'm ready to reclaim my counter space. If it's any comfort--it's not you, Avent; it's me.
The H. Family