Why I can't wait for Friday

I've been apart from my daughter for ten days, and won't see her until Friday. I'm almost physically aching from the separation. No mother should be apart from their seven-year-old for this long, but that's the way it works out sometimes with my shared residency arrangement.

I speak to her on the phone every day, send her postcards telling her I love her, and gaze at photos of her, but it's no substitute for holding her in my arms.

Here are some of my favourite photos I've taken of her. I have most of these up in my house.

I can't wait until she comes home.