The reality of a blended family means that we’re not always together. And while we miss Emile when he’s not with us, we try not to make his absence a “sad” thing. Because the kid has two homes, two families, and this is his life, it has been since he was a baby. There’s nothing sad or tragic about it. It just is.
In fact, I think he relishes his two very different households: the undivided attention from his mother and their intimate family verses our (somewhat) traditional and (often) chaotic family of four, which includes a little sister to love him.
And she doesn’t just love him, she adores him.