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FOX: I cannot tell how much I wish I could save these days and weeks and revisit them at a later date. Your babyhood seems to be whizzing past and I am left, head spinning, wondering where on earth the time went. You are only mine for such a short time and it seems so very cruel that I'm too busy to give you the attention I so desperately want to give you. When I am old and grey and have all the time in the world on my hands, you will be a grown man, out living your life, perhaps with a family of your own. I will sit in my Nana chair, sip my tea, pour over these photos and ache to kiss your chubby baby cheeks again. Those soft, soft baby cheeks. And I will think how very rude it was of you to go and grow up on me.