My 18 month old still loves his bottle of formula before bedtime, but otherwise he's eating like a normal toddler (and insists on his water bottle, especially if we're out and about and it's warm).
I watch him snuggled up to my husband, slamming books in my mum's face (his current "way" of telling you he wants to look at that book with you 😆) and grinning at me when he shows me a cookie that he doesn't want to share with me. All three of us (my mum came over to help me with lunch when I was on maternity leave and loved to pitch in with feeding) fed him since he was a baby and he loves all three of us equally. I think back to the early weeks and how we'd take night feeds in shifts, ensuring we'd both get at least 6 hours of uninterrupted sleep.
I enjoyed postpartum (as soon as my c-section stitches healed), and am still as relaxed as you can be with a toddler.
All of that wouldn't have happened if I'd breastfed.