Rose and Scorpius were beaming. Warda, their newly newly adopted daughter was toddling amongst her cousins. The family had gathered to celebrate this new member.
Teddy was leaning against the porch pillar watching the fun when Harry joined him. With a wave of his wand a familiar plaster cast appeared. Teddy smiled; "I see you're feeling nostalgic."
Harry nodded; "I thought Rose might like something similar. Andi told me how she did this do you think you get the little beauty from her admirers? I have it ready in the kitchen."
Just after dinner Harry handed the completed project to Rose and Scorpius, wonderingly they looked upon their daughter's small handprint and this poem:
Not flesh of my flesh, Nor bone of my bone,
But still miraculously my own.
Never forget for a single minute,
You didn't grow under my heart - but in it
--- Fleur Conkling Heylinger