Every tuesday after lunch, Jacob's class has a time for sharing something that is special to them with the rest of the class.

Jacob decided to share me, so I stood there in front of all his classmates, being introduced with these words:

This is my papa. I like him because I love him, and he lives in Sweden.

Talk about an intro! A couple of hours later, I still had tears in my eyes.

The class got to ask some questions, and we got to show where I live on a world map. That was fun, but the intro will be what stays with me the most, I think.

That boy is proud of his father, it's so clear.

For a moment after, when thinking about it, I felt like Pippi Longstocking's dad... you know, a father that's away quite a lot, but that's hugely celebrated when he's "home"...