That's how long I breastfed my son.
I can say that now, because it's over. We're finished. We had our last nursing session last night before bed.
We were down to just that one time a day anyway - had been since his 1st birthday. I noticed over the past week or so that he wasn't falling asleep at the breast like he used to. And our sessions were increasingly consisting of kicking, slapping, poking, and pinching - nothing vicious or mean-spirited, just the result of trying to be in close contact with an energetic toddler.
I feel so very fortunate that I was able to provide my son with breastmilk for so long. What I didn't know before I started was how attached I would become to breastfeeding! As silly as it sounds, I feel like I'm losing a part of my identity.
Until our next baby, of course...