Flashback: wee Offspring the Third, in his little bear hat, with his pacifier, tucked warmly into the baby sling. We were at Carlsbad Caverns, one of my very favorite places. I carried you throughout. Sweet baby mine, grown up now.
Today, Offspring the Third has reached the age of majority in the wizarding world: 17. These seventeen years have passed in the blink of an eye, and he has matured into a lovely young man: kind, funny, philosophical, warm-hearted. Bless you, marvelous child. I hope that the future brings you All Good Things.
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