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12:44 pm.

I've been trying to think of the best way to describe Nymphadora. It's like trying to hold the ocean in a paper cup. Seriously. How do you explain a girl who eats her food according to color and bursts into our room in the middle of the night demanding to know why breathe oxygen instead of water? There are simply too many words to choose from. She's getting bigger everyday. Sometimes when I hold her hand, it's like it doesn't fit anymore. She's only five, but sometimes her palm is a little too wide, or her grip is too strong. I feel like it's only a matter of time before I'm not holding her hand anymore, and she's holding mine.

I never thought I'd be one of those mums who talks non-stop about her kid. Ted Tonks, don't you dare call me a sap or I'll give you such a pinch!

On a completely seperate note, I've learned that my amazing and daring cousin has purchased a motorbike. Sirius, now you really have no excuse not to come visit more because you've got the perfect new toy to get you here. ~~I may or may not want to ride on it.~~

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Time:

1:16 pm.

Nymphadora looks younger when she's sleeping. I know -- she is young, but even younger than her short five years. She sleeps with her arm curled around a stuffed hippo named Louisa. There are nights when after tucking her in, I watch her sleep and am marveled at the fact that five years ago I did not know her; this little person who has since changed my life completely.

Five years ago I wouldn't have known that a little girl's neck is the sweetest curve I've ever seen. I would never have considered knotting a dish towel into a bandana, pretending I was a pirate and stalking a stuffed frog for his buried treasure. The face I give to the world around me is not the one I save for Nymphadora. After years of seeing the world in nothing but absolutes, she has taught me to find shades of possibility.

I just want so much more for her than what our world has to offer. I had to punish her today for going outside without me. She knows better. I just think it's a terrible shame that times are so unstable that a child can't play in her backyard. There was one silver-lining, though. When I put her in time out, she thought I wasn't looking and she gave the most defiant little kick to the air. It was all I could do not to grin like mad.

Even in a time of war, my daughter hasn't lost her spirit.

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Time:

11:55 pm.

I am having a difficult time deciding whether I should expose my daughter to the realities of what has been going on in our world or if I should shield her from it. She's still so young, but I don't want her to be completely naive. If, Merlin forbid, this gets much worse and we had to go into hiding for some reason, I don't know what I'd tell her. My initial instinct is to be blatantly honest about it, but I'm afraid that would be too much for her. Ted's better at this sort of thing than I am. I just hate that I'm even having this problem. She should be growing up in a peaceful time.

I think for now, I'll just keep shielding her from it all. If it gets much worse, I don't see how I can do that, but I guess it's something Ted and I need to discuss. Maybe I'm making mountains out of molehills, but somehow I doubt that.

On a happier note, Dora's spelling and reading skills are excelling beyond what I'd expected. She read a story to me all by herself today. And then we made a picture frame out of popsicle sticks and macaroni noodles for her to use to frame the picture she drew for Ted while he was working. I think it'll go nicely on the mantle.

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