I asked Eloise on the way home from school last week if she remembered her dad, who died when she was only 2 and a half. She responded with the simple question of, ‘Which…?’ And then ‘no.’ She doesn’t remember him. To see her already loving and seeing Dustin as a dad figure to her is the sweetest thing, but to realize she legitimately doesn’t remember her dad breaks my heart. I am thankful, too, because Dustin so sweetly stepped up in a way these children consider him a dad to them as well. Blending a family, one moment at a time.